End of [Holi]Days

It was a lovely break: chatting old friends, eating good food, snoozing on a 3 seater sofa that accommodates my entire length. And it was a White Christmas too- no photos, but I'll check on my dad's digital camera: he was out taking pictures.

Unemployment Update: A letter was waiting upon my return to the flat: further to my attendance at a recent testing session (see post below), a person present was "pleased to advise that you have been selected for the next stage of the competition". They will let me know if I've been selected for interview in the New Year. Aside from the wearily expected vagueness of schedule, I was amused by the conversion of a life-changing event to a jolly game. To be fair, the use of the word in this context and still adheres to its definition, but conjures images of board games, or perhaps (appropriately enough) a sack race.

Unfortunate news: "Hydromancer" cannot be claimed as a neologism.

Scary latent stalkerish news: A female not unpleasant in appearance was observed reading a small photocopied pamphlet on the tube last night. The title of the pamphlet intrigued, so was memorised and Googled, leading to an offbeat Russian tours website. Some people could misconstrue this as frightening stalker behaviour- let me assure you I have no intention of booking a trans-Siberian train trip on the implausible chance of meeting this particular lady (or similar).

Besides, I can't afford it.