DECADENCE/ˈdɛkəd(ə)ns/
noun - moral or cultural decline as characterized by excessive indulgence in pleasure or luxury.
synonyms:
dissipation, dissoluteness, degeneracy, debauchery, corruption, depravity, loucheness, vice, sinfulness, perversion, moral decay, immorality, lack of morals, lack of principles, lack of restraint, lack of control, lack of self-control, immoderateness, intemperance, licentiousness, wantonness, self-indulgence, hedonism, epicureanism,luxurious self-indulgence.
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So what? It's Christmas Day today.
I know that Robert would prefer that we all ate stale bread and Pak 'n' Save pork roasts, went to Mass three times a day and boycotted the Hutt Valley Mayor's new wharf but fuck it! We're going to indulge ourselves.
This morning when I made my coffee (flat white) I added lashings of Baileys Irish Cream - a once a year treat and this afternoon, before Christmas dinner we'll open a bottle of Charles Heidsieck vintage Rose. Yum.
I note that Richard received some musical socks which he modelled on his blog (thank Christ he wasn't given underpants) and Robert seems to have been given a job lot of mousetraps. Each to their own I guess.
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Last evening there was a bit of drama along the bay. We have a volunteer fire brigade with it's station at the end of our road. It has a WW2 air raid warning which alarms in emergencies. Over the last few months there have been about a dozen instances of cars going off the Whangarei Heads Road and at 5PM yesterday one skidded off and ended upside down on the beach at McLeod Bay. I don't know the particular circumstances here and hope no one was badly hurt although an ambulance came along with the fire truck. Normally it is due to lack of care, inattention and not driving to the conditions. Yesterday it was hosing down and there was bugger-all visibility. I felt sorry for the volunteer fire guys called away from family on Christmas Eve to stand in the storm for a couple of hours.
A removal truck hauled the car up before the tide fully came in so hopefully the driver and owner's Christmas won't be as much of a disaster as it might have been.
I just popped a Roses chocolate into my gob while writing that paragraph.
Uncaring? No but decadent - maybe.
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I just popped a Roses chocolate into my gob while writing that paragraph.
Uncaring? No but decadent - maybe.
6 comments:
Roses are like bricks.
"Roses are like bricks." ?
And pansies are like bumblebees?
"I know that Robert would prefer that we all ate stale bread and Pak 'n' Save pork roasts, went to Mass three times a day and boycotted the Hutt Valley Mayor's new wharf but fuck it!"
I know that ... but fuck it! It's a strange sentence. It is like saying I know the truth but do not care.
Global warming is destroying the world... but fuck it.
Having Robert correct your grammar is like Rip van Winkle berating you for sleeping in.
Ha Ha!
Well we've had the Rose Champagne while playing pool. two glasses each which seemed to help my playing more than The Old Girl's.
I must be getting 'back into the swing of things' as I haven't drunk much over the last month or so but really enjoyed the Heidsieck.
We are in the middle of cooking the Christmas dinner - the big chicken roasted with roast pumpkin, potatoes, kumara and steamed corn. Outside the weather is atrocious s with driving rain and the rumour of thunderstorms.
I have to tell you, it's so nice being in a relationship with a wonderful partner where we can just enjoy each other's company at special time's like this with or without other friends and family coming to visit and regardless of the weather.. It's also nice having long term friends who also have great relationships who can enjoy the same things.
Here's to you Richard, Robert, Mike, Chris, Gary, Tom, and others with a special mention to Tony who is home this Christmas from hospital.
Cheers!
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