my wee pink tree

spent most of the day in bed, sneezing, coughing, regurgitating..
the few remaining atoms of oxygen in my blood stream were used to finally assemble and decorate my wee pink Christmas tree. Hope you appreciate it.

I have glass beaded birds, mini decorations and black "death star" disco balls bespeckling it's fine baby pink pines. (it's been felled from a rare disco pine forest)

that done, I'm retiring back to the chez longe to ring the butler for a further lemsip so that I can recline and watch some more films. Paracetamol, self pity and film-viewing being a well known cure for the flu.

So far I've seen Tarkovsky's mirror and am about to launch into a fritz lang-a-thon on BBC iplayer. Seems quite a few of my mates have the lurgy too and fritz lang is quite the cure.