bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
bichoose
bichoose

Wednesday 25th December 2019.

One tired old transvestite sits before this blank screen thankful that the words Christmas Pressure working days are a few hours behind me i can sit on the memories of those jingle jangle non stop 24 days where i perhaps in my tiny red van trawled through a thousand miles of the Greater Manchester Basin traffic encrusted routes in rain sodden days  with the odd shard of sunshine, if given a pound coin for every time i turned on the windscreen wipers against the army of rain drops drifting from the sky surely the best hotel in San-Fran for a few days would be mine.
I have opened far to many red pillar boxes that i could count sat on street corners crammed with good tiddings in envelopes in a rainbow of colours travelling around the world for the price of a stamp. Carried a mountain of postal bags stuffed with every thing in a parcel including i should think a kitchen sink. I have now thrown my famous blue uniform in the cellar where it still quivers in unison by the washing machine probably as tired as my old self pulled on my busted bra  and with thoughts on this festive season simply in one word WOW.. that i have indeed made it for the 38th year. And Christmas is here, now.
Therefore to all whom pass this way as always love and peace may this festive season bring you joy..xx 
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