Sunday, December 23, 2007

Yorkshire puddings are baking, only thing left to do after that is warm up some rolls.

Pleasant mental state born of heavy drinking last night, inadequate sleep, heavy activity all day, should perhaps make a practice of these things.

Overwhelming feelings of love & sympathy, strange violent undercurrents, me all over.

Yorkshire pudding smells amazing, wish you could be here to have some, all of you, quite genuinely. Strawberry jam an option.

Happy holidays.

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