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Words from a Bird, Day 1.

So, I don't know what made me say it....one minute I was singing Dominic the Italian Christmas Donkey live on the radio to unsuspecting listeners, the next I was telling the world (well approximately 1000, less those still in bed/at the sales/listening to some other station, which probably brings it down to 47) about my New Year's resolution to up my game on the humorous (readers' word, not mine) holiday blogs which I had written over the course of last year.  So here we go...

My last night of 2015 was spent with my long-suffering husband, my beloved sister Kelly and her friend (Mr H) at the local casino, something we have done for the last three years.  A lot has been send about previous forays into this establishment, usually regarding the fact that I am the one who always wins.  Much pressure was placed on my shoulders as they were all wanting to give me their money to bet with, and then split whatever I made.  Well, if this had actually happened, then this fine morning they would be sharing with me an increased overdraft and a month long pass at the local food bank.  It may also be necessary to sell one of my many children.  It would appear that luck has a shelf life.....

Kelly and I had dressed up, as befitting a New Year's celebration.  Most people there had omitted the 'up' in their pre-party preparation, so we did look rather overdressed.  Quite surprising how many tattoos were on show......all spelt right, and beautifully coloured in.  It's always reassuring to know that a primary education is never wasted.....










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