Oh Lucky Me.

Tis the season to be jolly -again. yeah, right.

Been out shopping with the great un-washed masses; done the xmas parties; sent cards to people i can't remember and wished people i dont normally speak to , "happy xmas blah, blah. "

Delbut was in a sub-normal, pre-xmas house of blues. But news has reached me that sister Faith has said a prayer for me and apparantly, i will be saved at the gates of St Peter, afterall. SO. This means i can carry on being a naughty boy and doing stuff that would make the Pope's legions of choirboy molesters blush and still be forgiven. Bargain.

I bought sister Faith a "Wicked Wabbit" from the Ann Summers on-line store and sent it under brown paper wrap. I knew the authorities would check it out first so, to get it past the mother superior I cunningly disguised it as a gardening tool for planting carrots. For those of you unfamilier with this particular instrument of joy and pleasure, it has a a "double action" use, and mother superior thought it was a labour-saving device for dibbing two holes at once( How right she was), thus saving time spent on said carrot planting. As nuns are inherently lazy, this was good.

The reason for my upturn in everything joyous at yultide was the advanced notice of what sister Faith bought me for xmas. She smuggled out a picture of her wearing my xmas present cleverly hidden in between the pages of the latest " Pews' News." The bi-monthly news letter from the convent.

Apparantly, the nuns are allowed to go into the local town to offer Charity to the locals. Sister Charity was a bit pissed of at this but had no choice in the matter. Next year, they will be offering Hope. She's none too pleased either. (ok, realised i should have said, nun too pleased, but i think i used that joke 3 months' ago.) I digress. It was while Faith was trying to offer Charity to the locals, that she came across a fab little lingerie outlet.

As I am only too pleased to share my good fortune with my blogging buddies, here is what i have to look forward to when i return to the convent in eaarly January. The earlier the better.

It remains for me to thank you all for sharing in this nonsense and making me smile with your readiness to humour me and wish you all a great holiday, and here's to next year.

Love you all.
xxx