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Evidence that Fran's front door has been a hive of activity today

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Things which arrived through my door today.

One.

This envelope, minus the card it presumably had contained, dropped on the doormat in a plastic bag, bearing the message, 'The Post Office sends its apologies should any of the contents of this package be missing.'



I think it's from my brother, so I have messaged him to say, 'Was this card/non-card from you? If so, was there a mahoosive cheque in it?'

One can always hope.

What amused me was the Post Office's apology, which sounds tentative, as if it were only a slight possibility that the contents were missing when they know damn well they're delivering an EMPTY ENVELOPE. What's more, they deliver it in a sealed plastic bag, as though in itself an empty package is a PRECIOUS THING one should be grateful for, like one's BREATH.

Two

The next thing to arrive was Russell, delivering our groceries. For the first time, we'd ordered from Morrisons. We usually order from Tesco or Sainsburys, but we didn'…

Evidence that Fran has finished school for Christmas and is a little hysterical

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Classic films - the Christmas versions.

The Shawshank Reindeer

CasaSanta

A Sleigh Named Desire

Santasia

Bonbon and Clyde

Rebel Without a Claus

The Bride of Frankincense

Wrapatouille

Leftovers Behind

Rock Scrooge

Les Misteltoes

The Texas Chainsaw Midnight Mass

Ding Dong

101 Decorations

Lord of the Ribbons

The Bird's Not Done

Frankincense and Sensibility

From Russell, with love

Marzi Pan

Mangermouse




Okay, I'll stop now.


Hope you're enjoying procrastinating about your Christmas preparations as much as I am.





Evidence that Fran's poetry is slimmer than she is

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I wrote this poem about a million years ago. But I thought it might amuse you as we approach the mince pies and lashings of mulled wine festive period .... Note the shape of the poem.                                                                                                                             


DIET
I went on a diet on January First. By Feb I felt quite a success. By March I was thirteen pounds lighter and could get on my little black dress. In April I stayed on a plateau, but by May I was finding it tough.  In June I had quite a few bad days. By July I had had quite enough. I didn't do much until Christmas But the pounds were beginning to tell. So I ate fit to burst until January First .. Will I lose weight next year? Will
I hell.





Evidence that snails and Steinbeck were meant to be together

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I stepped on a snail on Monday evening. It must have been a Big Daddy snail because it went 'CRACK' and then 'CRUNCH' under my shoe as though I'd stepped on a pound of nut brittle. I think I even heard it cry, 'Not yet! I haven't been on my Caribbean cruise! Or abseiled down the Shard! Spare me!'

I hate stepping on snails. But this was even more significant, because I had just been to see Steinbeck's 'Of Mice and Men' - a National Theatre production which had been filmed and was showing in my local cinema.

Have you read the novel? I won't completely spoil it for you if you haven't, but let's just say that two people in the novel get bones broken. And this particular production doesn't hold back on the cracking sounds. Think SNAP but not the card game. More, tree trunks being broken in a hurricane.

It was these cracking sounds I was remembering as I walked down the dark alleyway JUST at the moment when the snail and I met, nei…