and so on and so forth, subsection 5

I eat all the biscuits with the dark chocolate first, then the milk when I'm desperate in the middle of the night. But never the white chocolate. I can't stand its cloying sickly taste.
Blue cheese on ryvita garnished with red chilli jam, roast potatoes with thyme, caramelized bananas with Ben and Jerry Vanilla icecream. Mince pies with double cream with a hint of Courvoissier.
Christmas. Christmas is over for another year.
(wa-hey!)



Copenhagen
There is candlelight glowing, luminescent, outside doorways and shops, behind glassfronts of restaurants. There is warm light coming from everywhere. It's as if this place was made for Christmas. Stopping, awkwardly, on my too high bicycle, in the freezing cold, I am happy.

Lessons
I am learning, that relationships are mirrors held up in front of us, reflecting back our true selves. And whilst it's wonderful and giddying to see your best shining back at you, it's better, i think, to see the things we maybe don't want to. The things that make us question our firmly held beliefs about ourselves, those less PR-friendly behaviours and thought patterns.
The trick is, not to steep oneself in a mire of self-pity at your less than perfect self, but to love yourself even harder than before.
The moment we accept these so-called flaws in ourselves, we can stop railing against the poor sods who are holding up those mirrors.

I am a fussy eater, I am messy beyond all belief most of the time and I leave things to the very last minute. But you know what? I'm bloody marvellous anyway.