Christmas Fair

If this is what it takes to be human, then I'd rather take my chances as a supernaturally-possessed doll! It's much less complicated! Think about it! What's so great about being human? You get sick! You get old! As a doll, I'm infamous! I am Chucky! The killer doll!

Oh my poor head. My poor stomach. My poor feet. My poor liver!

It was a great night last night, but I am paying the price today. 'What would you like to drink?' Carole asked me, after we had quaffed our champagne. Mmmmmm, I thought, I like vodka and tonic and I love Tia Maria and coke....there could only be one answer then...a Black Russian. Well it wasn't just a Black Russian...it was many....too many!!

It was the Christmas Fair at school today and I had to go and take photos. It was a big effort to get there, I drove to Pat's and left my car there then walked to school. I started to take pics and had to rely on automatic, in fact I wasn't a hundred percent sure that they were all in focus, as for crouching down...well that was impossible. I treated myself to a hog roast barm and a cuppa, for purely medicinal purposes, and felt a bit better.

There was one stall full of hand made knitted dolls clothes, all modelled by dolls. They were old Tiny Tears dolls, I used to have one and so I took a pic. This one caught my eye as it made me start....with it's wonky eye it looked quite sinister and reminded me of Chucky.