Christmas wings

Some of you may have noticed that it's Christmas time. Some of you may be in a coma. If so, I hope you get well soon. I'm not quite sure how you're reading this, maybe a loved one is reading it to you in order to scare you awake. In advance I'd like to apologise if you can't wake up but you can still hear the harrowing tales of what flies through my head.

Where was..oh yeah. Around the office I've attempted to get into the spirit of things. Working at this time of year is bad enough without being able to celebrate a little. So, I've wore a pair of fairy wings for the past two days. After a little while you get used to it. You don't forget they're there, but it's kind of nice. Not only do people comment on how pretty you look, but others look at you like your a mental patient, which I've always enjoyed. True it was slightly awkward sitting in the canteen by myself, but it did produce the greatest double take I've ever seen.

You've never lived until you've visited the toilets wearing fairy wings. I didn't know who felt more uncomfortable, me or them.

So, what does this all say about me? Either I've finally lost it, I'm trying to make some sort of point again (which I'm not. Anyway, it would never have the same impact as that pink cardigan), or I'm comfortable in myself enough to do whatever just to get a reaction. I'd like to think I'm close to the latter.