Gone going gone.

I've gone... Gone gone gone! I'm all set up elsewhere! Thank you to everyone who emailed and has followed me. It's nice to know you still want to read my babbling.

Whoever you are Anonymous, I'm gutted you're not going to be able to follow me. 5yrs is a long time. Maybe once it's all died down I'll post a link or something. I'm not sure.

And to you lovely people in Courche... Thanks to whoever it was who thought it fitting to tell the Resort Manager. Reeeeally appreciated that one. And thanks for ending 5yrs of rosiewishes. I don't mind that you know the blog exists; I write online for all to see, but I do mind that you all mocked me for it. That wasn't appreciated.

Found out, again.

You might be wondering where all my past posts have disappeared to. I deleted them. Because my journal got discovered by someone from the company I work for out here in the Alps. I don't really feel comfortable enough letting these new colleagues read my posts... and I didn't appreciate being mocked for it, either.

So I'm moving, to somewhere much more anonymous. I know my postings have been very open and not at all clandestine. Tonight I realised that it's time to start hiding.

I've not made a new account just yet, but if you want to keep in touch send me a email at: hodge _ biscuits @ hotmail . com (without the spaces) and I'll let you know the new address.

I'm a mess. I hate being discovered. It fucking ruins everything and lays me bare for ridicule from everyone.

On top of this shit I have other shit that I could have done with writing about. But hey, another time. I just want to curl into a ball and forget the world.

Blowing my own trumpet...

I just finished my last morning at school. It's left me all emotional! The class teacher I work with told me I'm the best Teaching Assistant she's ever had - I nearly cried. It was completely out of the blue. And the dinner ladies silenced the dining room so the whole school could say goodbye to me!

I'm going to miss them all so much.

Merry Christmas

It's Chriiiiiiistmas! Therefore my Last.fm recently played list is full of christmas cheesy goodness:

It also means, I am slightly rather tipsy from pink champagne and stuffed full of gluttonous goodness.
We've opened Nanny's presents and they didn't disappoint. I'd love to detail the fantastic bits of tacky goodness she's got us this year, but I don't want to spoil the surprise for H when she opens hers on Actual Christmas Day. I love my nanny. Of course it couldn't have been Christmas without my father getting stressed and attempting to cause some kind of argument, but traditions will be traditions. Tomorrow is technically my Birthday, so let's see if I end up in tears like every other year... But I'm happy, so I don't want to end this post on a bad note. Instead I'll leave it with a picture of my mother modeling her new the scarf and glove set, complete with singing Merry Christmas! hat:

I love my Mumma.