I swear that is the last time I spend christmas alone

well now ... where was I

the end of year at work has been a treat I must say. Can you say a d m i n i s t r a t i v e n i g h t m a r e? Not only is there all that client orientated stuff to do. I have deadlines for Semester 2 course materials which begin oh about 8 months from now. Then there is the research audit data entering program thing which was designed by a sadistic mofo of a ... well ... mofo really.

Also M's dad died suddenly which was a terrible shock for all, and will destroy Christmas for them for all time probably. I am going down to be with them on boxing day ... Nelly is back fro Melbavegas which will be excellent. HAve managed to miss her homecomings the last few years ....

I am hobbling around still from riding bike into parked car .... I am stylish and have an inner grace, but I knew no good would come of Dr Locky giving me a bicycle... It was feeling okay until I had a teatowel fight with Tom, back from boarding school and all that jumping around has seemed to fuck it up. The bruises are almost all gone , just the palest yellow marks, and thescabs have almost fallen off. Hadn't had scabs for years ... forgotten how fun they can be ...

Oh and in other stylish and gracious moments I let go of oh about a ream of paper when Locky introduced me to his stepson who is the sex symbol doctor on the national soap ... so I looked liked some drooling fan when I don't even watch the show ... He was very sweet though, as he and his very new wife were leaving he hugged his stepdad and said I love you Locky.

Locky is going to be in one of the women's magazines as one of the two proud fathers of the groom as the magazine paid for the whole shebang ...

So happy holidays to you (all) dear reader(s) and if I knew how to wrap world peace (but as we know I can't even fold a sheet) that would be my present ... or ipods ...

I'm trusting my doofusness is hot

I somehow got distracted in the shower and went to work with one side of my face shaved. On the way home I biked into a parked car and totally munted my knee. I am looking forward to whatever tomorrow brings

Ludovic goes to court

My favourite part was the lottery barrel with all our names in it. We jurors were ushered in the new courtroom where there were not enough seats for all the potential jurors. We had watched a video telling us about our great duty and responsibility and we all waited silently for our names to be pulled out of from the bottome of the barrell and walk towards the jury box. We knew that on that meaningful walk to municipal duty we could be challenged by the lawyers for the way we looked they way we walked our genders our percieved dispositions towards empathy, and that if we made it to our seats before the lawyers called out we would be impanelled and given the mammoth task of doling out justice.

My name never got called the seats got filled before I came out of the barrell. Only two people were challenged, the only two in the possibles that were not clearly middle class and well groomed. We were told in the video not to take it personally, but well why wouldn't you. The woman was already bending down to sit when the crown challenged her, and you could see shame flicker across her face for a moment and then relief and realisation that she could get on with whatever the day usually held for her.

Yes, justice or lady liberty or Astraea whatever you wanna call her, she's not bling she's faking it.