To start, I'll point out that I shan't ever worry about being interesting, enchanting or fabulous in my posts. I've never worried about that in other areas in my life!
I'm 23 years old, I live in a twee village nestled in the corners of Buckinghamshire, Bedfordshire and Hertfordshire, respectfully. Though my postal address states Buckinghamshire, so we'll stick with that. My name is Claire-Josephine, Claire to most, CJ to others, Kitten to one. I'll grandly, amusingly and sometimes profoundly be using this blog as a gateway into the way I think about things. Mostly events and thoughts exciting only to me but then, I never MADE you read this, did I?
I guess, in the most British way possible, I'll start with the weather. Witnessing not only the first (usually the only) but also the second and third snow of the Christmas holidays has been quite exciting! The last time it snowed so wonderfully, my sister and I spend half the night making a snow dragon named George (witty, I know), freezing our fingers into misshapen claws, and trudging in like soldiers to loving prepared Hot Chocolate and toast from Mum.
This time around, I've spend most of the time pushing cars up hills, pushing cars to the side of the road, grumping and moaning about my freezing toes, nose and fingers and generally just grumbling like an old person. I FEEL old. I look at my snow covered garden, pristine and beautiful. I want to build a snow-something but find having a cup of tea and watching Poirot far more tantalising.
Who was it this time...the Russian maid, the pretty blonde mistress, the Butler?? Ah! But no! Not with Poirot. It's always the mother-in-law...
LOOK! Just LOOK at me! Oh, the urge for an Earl Grey is too great, I have to go!
Toodles!
CJ
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Kitten to one. :)
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