Dylan was the only one to get me a present I didn’t know about, and he got me more than anyone put together. Not that I mind, Christmas for me now is about my 4 year old twin nieces. Getting gifts doesn’t excite me anymore, nor does Christmas dinner, the amount of booze my Nan buys and the amount you are allowed to drink, the parties… the only thing I get excited about is my babies, Bissy & Mimi. Just seeing them with all their gifts is what makes me happy. I saw them on Christmas Eve and bless them, they pointed to under the tree and said “Naomi, there are too much presents here. Far too much. No space, no way. We have no more space Santa can take some back, yeah?” Though, I’m sure they weren’t thinking that once they opened everything.

Anyway, Dylan got me LOST DVD BOX SET SERIES 1 & 2!!!!! Not just Series 1, or Series 2, BOTH SERIES 1 & 2!!! That alone would of cost him a fortune. I looked at them in the shop and I didn’t even think about asking anybody for them considering they were £39.99 each. Too out of my league. Anyway, I opened that last and I didn’t know I was getting that. It was a small heavy box and I thought it was going to be a box of sweets or something! When I pulled off the wrapping I screamed. Screamed so loud the kids got really scared and Mimi started crying because it frightened her. God I felt awful! Nothing a cuddle couldn’t cure though. Anyway, he told me about “TO THE LIGHTHOUSE” and told me I had to read it. Not for the story, but for the beauty of the writing and the beauty of the words. Whatever that means. I am going to start reading it but at the moment all I can do is sit glued to LOST. I have watched 24 hours worth already. Wow, what a waste of time. Oh well, its the only show I love. Don’t bother with TV otherwise. Only use it as background noise. Makes a room seem less lonely if that makes any sense!

I felt that it was a book, I knew what it would be. At least I thought I did.

And I felt the other gift which I could tell were two CDs wrapped in one bit of paper. When I opened this again, I went nuts. It was “ANOTHER SIDE TO BOB DYLAN”  and The Pogues “RUM, SODOMY & THE LASH“   I cannot stop listening to them. This year I actually loved the presents I got. Loved them. Weren’t much but Dylans meant everything to me. I ordered him this t-shirt and when it arrived I tried it on and it wouldn’t even go on my head. My Momma let me order it on her card when I gave her the money and she complained like fuck when I had to return it and wanted to get another one before I got the refund. Wasn’t allowed, so I’m waiting for the shirt to arrive. He probably thinks I am just lying and haven’t got him anything. Xmas eve was a disaster, the night before my sister washed the bags I made for his daughters in her machine, washed for a 4th time because the fur was long pile and it was malting big time. When I got around in the morning the lining which was a light pink was dyed bright purples around the hem! I couldn’t believe it. I know she didn’t put them on the low wash like I asked. So I had to go work extra fast sewing a bit of ribbon around the hems to make sure it wasn’t visable. Needless to say, Dylan didn’t have time to get them later so was very pissed off, and for obvious reasons I can’t swan around his wifes house and give him them. Things are complicated with him. I feel awful. I feel like hanging myself for what I have done.

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