What the Festive Season Brings
I am a big fan of most things Christmas-y. So much so that I have an annual Christmas in July celebration to mostly give me an excuse to eat Christmas type food and play yuletide music for hours on end. I trim my house with all sorts of decorations and bake fruit mince pies (my own pastry and mince – OF COURSE!) with great relish and joy. Few men in my life have joined me in such joy, but generally (when they do stick around as long as Christmas) they are obliged to play along – even if it is just to keep me from going ever so slightly mental at them.
Sadly, as much as I love all things Christmas-y, I often find that I am disappointed with the day itself. Despite the effort I put into buying suitable presents, the gifts I receive never seem to fulfil my expectations and the atmosphere is never as magical. This is Subtle and my first Christmas together this year, and yet again, the hopes are high. I have been away all weekend visiting my family and friends interstate, and this has given him the opportunity to shop for my present. The pressure is on....
I was a little concerned when he first told me that he needed to investigate where to purchase it, but declared that it could be found on Sydney Rd. For those who don’t know, we live in Brunswick, barely 50m from Sydney Road. The thoroughfare is full of all manner of shops and emporiums, but by far it features three main types of shops. These shops include; Islamic clothing supplies, second-hand crap shops and sex shops. Yes, there are cafes, and a couple of quirky bookstores and independent designers, but really, those other three are the main ones available. So I am looking forward to a second hand, burkha with built-in dildo.