I try to do some work
|See. Working. Working very hard indeed.|
|OH FUCK!!!! A FUCKING DRAGON!!!|
|It's alright. I think they sorted it.|
|A caffeinated beverage is require. Dragon slaying is tiring.|
|TAKE THAT YOU STAPLER-Y BASTARD!|
|Argh! Get it off! GEDDITOFF! *flail*|
I moved to attacking Christmas decorations.
|I is in your Advent Calender, eating your chocolate.|
|Vague Father Christmas abuse.|
It's simple. Just leave catalogues lying around with helpful annotations.
But mainly I want a hammock (who doesn't?).
How to deal with The Dog
I have a bit of an issue with the dog. It keeps staring at me. I think it's due to the fact that I wasn't around when she was a puppy, so now I'm some sort of weird evil dragon lady or something.
That and I tried to put lego on her and photograph it. That didn't go down well. Not in the slightest.
But anyway, the dog hates me. Her method of attack? Intense staring.
|Staring. Always FUCKING STARING.|
She eventually decided it wasn't going to eat her and fell asleep in front of it.
Decorating a Christmas cake (The Railton way)
The lego tried to help, but to be honest they were a bit crap. They've just not got the dexterity in those little hands of theirs.
|OMFG! "Regal-Ice" means it belongs to me, right?|
|A really unhelpful attempt at cutting the cake|
|The marzipan MUST DIE.|
|Om nom nom nom.|
|Must. Knead. Icing. Well.|
My sisters didn't quite grasp the gravity of the situation, deciding to play with my camera instead.
|This one doesn't even wear glasses. Even the dog is confused. And still staring.|
But anyway, that icing was very well kneaded. By the power of my Concentration Face. That is one powerful concentration face.
So, lots of INTENSE CONCENTRATION and two hours later, the sum total of the Railton family's efforts is this, The Christmas Cake 2010:
|The dog is STILL STARING!!!!|
(I made the rug, sofa and clock. GO ME! :-D)
But yes, GO GO TEAM RAILTON.
Anyway ANYWAY. I'm tired and need sleep. There's only one thing left to say and that is I hope you all have a great Christmas and aren't all screwed over by National Rail/BA/Eurostar etc. in your various bids to get home.
See you in the New Year! (There are going to be T-SHIRTS!!!)
All the best,