he came, he ate my digestives (leaving only crumbs) and drank the milk (cleaned his own dishes) pinned a stocking to my bed and hopefully continued on his jolly way to help make your Christmas magical and full of experiences worth smiling about, moments worth remembering.
my days have been filled with blessed interactions around the hostel, transatlantic-phone-relayed conversations, and an appropriate allotment of solitude, usually taking the shape of walks throughout the city.
and i saw King Kong for free - one of the hostel-dwellers works at the cinema. i enjoyed it. i'm a sucker for a story with fist fights and love in it; it had both.
and i finished reading Phantastes by George MacDonald, which is even way better than King Kong, because it not only has love and fist fights in it but poetry and fairies as well.
enroute this very evening to London where, tomorrow, i'll meet father and Kelly for some shared adventures. shared adventures are a thing i greatly desire and i am excited!
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