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Esther has fully realised the joys of Christmas and as a corollary the consumption nature of the world. As mountains of wrapping paper grew around her, she swaggered around asking if there  were more. The devil. That said she received a truly wonderful booty, including  a dalmatian onesie that is beyond any reasonable comparison and I feel that if she was deployed into diplomatic hotspots she'd facilitate world peace in double quick time and would doubtless do a better job than our current foreign minister and his boggling ways.

The joyous excesses of Christmas have however  also buttressed in her the inability to hear the word "no" without descent into a Trumpian  madness and chaos. Over and over again the word was said and each and every time her response was the same. Complete jihad. Fists balled, legs flailing. Face like a pucen-monster or inveterate drinker depending on how you like your similes. And like Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan the exit strategy is wholly unknown. She can suddenly change back into a slightly devilish but benign cherub or else it rolls on with no end in sight. It's almost impressive until you remember she is your progeny. Bugger. This will be something to work on in 2K18 (this used to be a thing).

And with that 2018 is done. Like Romeo.

Happy New Year to one and all. 

Testino ain't got shit on me.

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