What Day of Christmas Is It?
Jan. 2nd, 2008 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anonymoose_au3:00pm: I'm over at my parents house for an extra night because my co-worker Chelsea came into work today and there wasn't any need for two of us at work during this quiet time. So I'm going to work tomorrow for a few hours instead.
The problem with that is My Family is on tonight and I didn't bring the tape (not knowing I'd be here), I've got another tape, but I have to stuff around to dub things and what. Sigh! Them's the breaks I guess.
Also, been over here means I'm lagging behind on the Christmas Meme!
So let's do a real hatchet job.
Six Geese A'laying
"You know, I loved the zoo...when I was eight," Evan sneered, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Ev, it could be worse...if we were in school we'd be doin' geometry right now," Harry pointed out.
"Hmmm...excellent point."
"This tour could do without the whole farm animals part, though, why the Hell do they even have them here? It's not like you can't drive a few hundred miles and see all these animals for free."
"Tell me about it...plus they shit all over the place," Evan agreed, and took a quick side-step before lifting his shoe to check for anything.
"How many times have you boys been to a farm?" Gwen came up behind them with an arch smile on her face.
"I could go to one if I wanted," Harry retorted defensively, "I've just got better things to do with my time is all."
"Well, we've got a workbook to complete, so I'd get to it if I were you, Mr. Marsh will blow a fuse if you don't do it."
"Well, hey, you could always be a friend and give us a hand," Evan said conjuling, trying to sneak a peek at the pages on Gwen's clipboard.
"Don't even think about it," Gwen pressed the clipboard to her chest. "Besides, I'm finished here, see you guys later."
"What a pain in the ass," Evan groaned as Gwen disappeared towards another section of the zoo.
"Aww, it's not that hard, we just need to pick an animal and write up a few things about it," Harry lookd over the question.
"Right, whatever we see first then," Evan's eyes scanned the area, but all the farm animals seemed to be in hiding. "Where the Hell are they?"
He stepped over a small fence and continued searching when suddenly there was the sound of several sharp squawks. And then all of a sudden he felt pin-pricks of pain around his ankles.
"Ow! Ow! What the Hell!"
"Evan! Get the Hell out of there!" Harry who had been looking the other way turned.
"Oww, oww! Get off!" With a few brisk shakes of his legs Evan managed to get free of the barrage of beaks and got back over the fence. "Geeze!"
"No," Harry replied with a grin. "Geese." He pointed to six geese, who were glaring at Evan. Then he looked thoughtful, uncapped his pen and began to write. "Very territorial of their nesting area."
Seven Swans A'swimming
It was not a birthday of any particular importance, seventeen was not the age of majority, nor was it young enough to hope for special gifts and attention.
Beyond anything else the Prince of Wales was not in a good mood, his studies had been going poorly. That was not actually anything new, academic Prince George was not.
His younger brother, Prince Edward did not think this much signified. "After all, one day you will be King and who will care if you can translate Latin or name the Greek Gods? Our tutors are just enjoying torturing us."
George would like to believe that, but he knew his mother did not agree and his lack of progress was a constant source of worry for her.
But Edward was very much of the opinion that on his birthday he should be doing something enjoyable.
As it turned out, studies ended early that day, the Dowager Princess came with news that the people of the surrounding neighbourhoods of Kew had a gift to present to George.
"How come I have never got a gift from the people?" Edward pouted.
"Probably because they have no idea who you are," their older sister, Augusta who had accompanied their mother snapped.
"Oh, be quiet."
The Dowager Princess hushed them and they were joined by the other princes and princesses before heading out to see the gift from the people.
"Look at that!" Edward breathed, his eyes wide as the gift came into view.
George stared as well...it was amazing! How had it been made...
"A swan boat!" Edward cried. "That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!"
Everyone else was suitably impressed as well, looking over the boat, painted white with a long neck and swan's head.
"Are we going to sail in that?" Prince Henry demanded, tugging on his mother's hand. "How are we going to see where we are going with that big swan's head in the way?"
"Hush, Harry," the Dowager Princess said, since a fair number of the surrounding villagers were gathered around the lake in which the swan boat floated. She then turned to George. "You better thank them, dear."
George gratly admired the boat, but he did not look forward to making speeches, never having a good idea of what to say.
"Um...I thank you sincerely for this great gift and I am very honoured that you wish to celebrate my birthday. I...uh...invite you all to enjoy the gardens here at Kew."
This speech was greeted with applause and the royal family headed down to the lake to board the boat for its maiden sail.
As the boat sailed across the lake, propelled by oarsmen, a flock of swans followed, no doubt curious to how a swan had grown to such size.
"I hope I get a gift from the people," Edward remarked as a band on the bank played music, "they pick things a lot better than the stuff Augusta gives!" He laughed.
The latter tale there is based on true events! Seems you could still get good birthday presents back then (although whenever it comes to writing birthdays in that period I really have to wrack my brains for ideas on gifts people would have given.)
My AIM/Trillian has been acting strangely, my messages don't seem to get through to anyone, but I can see if they're online or not. So yeah, that's weird.
Anywho, don't have much more to say right now, I'll be back with the Eighth Day of Christmas installment later on in the evening, which will bring me back up to speed.
Ta ta for now!
The problem with that is My Family is on tonight and I didn't bring the tape (not knowing I'd be here), I've got another tape, but I have to stuff around to dub things and what. Sigh! Them's the breaks I guess.
Also, been over here means I'm lagging behind on the Christmas Meme!
So let's do a real hatchet job.
Six Geese A'laying
"You know, I loved the zoo...when I was eight," Evan sneered, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, come on, Ev, it could be worse...if we were in school we'd be doin' geometry right now," Harry pointed out.
"Hmmm...excellent point."
"This tour could do without the whole farm animals part, though, why the Hell do they even have them here? It's not like you can't drive a few hundred miles and see all these animals for free."
"Tell me about it...plus they shit all over the place," Evan agreed, and took a quick side-step before lifting his shoe to check for anything.
"How many times have you boys been to a farm?" Gwen came up behind them with an arch smile on her face.
"I could go to one if I wanted," Harry retorted defensively, "I've just got better things to do with my time is all."
"Well, we've got a workbook to complete, so I'd get to it if I were you, Mr. Marsh will blow a fuse if you don't do it."
"Well, hey, you could always be a friend and give us a hand," Evan said conjuling, trying to sneak a peek at the pages on Gwen's clipboard.
"Don't even think about it," Gwen pressed the clipboard to her chest. "Besides, I'm finished here, see you guys later."
"What a pain in the ass," Evan groaned as Gwen disappeared towards another section of the zoo.
"Aww, it's not that hard, we just need to pick an animal and write up a few things about it," Harry lookd over the question.
"Right, whatever we see first then," Evan's eyes scanned the area, but all the farm animals seemed to be in hiding. "Where the Hell are they?"
He stepped over a small fence and continued searching when suddenly there was the sound of several sharp squawks. And then all of a sudden he felt pin-pricks of pain around his ankles.
"Ow! Ow! What the Hell!"
"Evan! Get the Hell out of there!" Harry who had been looking the other way turned.
"Oww, oww! Get off!" With a few brisk shakes of his legs Evan managed to get free of the barrage of beaks and got back over the fence. "Geeze!"
"No," Harry replied with a grin. "Geese." He pointed to six geese, who were glaring at Evan. Then he looked thoughtful, uncapped his pen and began to write. "Very territorial of their nesting area."
Seven Swans A'swimming
It was not a birthday of any particular importance, seventeen was not the age of majority, nor was it young enough to hope for special gifts and attention.
Beyond anything else the Prince of Wales was not in a good mood, his studies had been going poorly. That was not actually anything new, academic Prince George was not.
His younger brother, Prince Edward did not think this much signified. "After all, one day you will be King and who will care if you can translate Latin or name the Greek Gods? Our tutors are just enjoying torturing us."
George would like to believe that, but he knew his mother did not agree and his lack of progress was a constant source of worry for her.
But Edward was very much of the opinion that on his birthday he should be doing something enjoyable.
As it turned out, studies ended early that day, the Dowager Princess came with news that the people of the surrounding neighbourhoods of Kew had a gift to present to George.
"How come I have never got a gift from the people?" Edward pouted.
"Probably because they have no idea who you are," their older sister, Augusta who had accompanied their mother snapped.
"Oh, be quiet."
The Dowager Princess hushed them and they were joined by the other princes and princesses before heading out to see the gift from the people.
"Look at that!" Edward breathed, his eyes wide as the gift came into view.
George stared as well...it was amazing! How had it been made...
"A swan boat!" Edward cried. "That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!"
Everyone else was suitably impressed as well, looking over the boat, painted white with a long neck and swan's head.
"Are we going to sail in that?" Prince Henry demanded, tugging on his mother's hand. "How are we going to see where we are going with that big swan's head in the way?"
"Hush, Harry," the Dowager Princess said, since a fair number of the surrounding villagers were gathered around the lake in which the swan boat floated. She then turned to George. "You better thank them, dear."
George gratly admired the boat, but he did not look forward to making speeches, never having a good idea of what to say.
"Um...I thank you sincerely for this great gift and I am very honoured that you wish to celebrate my birthday. I...uh...invite you all to enjoy the gardens here at Kew."
This speech was greeted with applause and the royal family headed down to the lake to board the boat for its maiden sail.
As the boat sailed across the lake, propelled by oarsmen, a flock of swans followed, no doubt curious to how a swan had grown to such size.
"I hope I get a gift from the people," Edward remarked as a band on the bank played music, "they pick things a lot better than the stuff Augusta gives!" He laughed.
The latter tale there is based on true events! Seems you could still get good birthday presents back then (although whenever it comes to writing birthdays in that period I really have to wrack my brains for ideas on gifts people would have given.)
My AIM/Trillian has been acting strangely, my messages don't seem to get through to anyone, but I can see if they're online or not. So yeah, that's weird.
Anywho, don't have much more to say right now, I'll be back with the Eighth Day of Christmas installment later on in the evening, which will bring me back up to speed.
Ta ta for now!
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