As I struggle through another bout of what can only really be called temporary aggravating insomnia I return to the computer. It’s the default position in my house, that or one of the chairs with a book. I’m looking for freelance writing work, so at the moment, it was a good bet that I’d be hunkered down at the computer looking for work across the internets and pleading my case to all and sundry.
Last night (TOnight?) was also the Whitehorse Carol’s. It was a tremendous amount of fun, as always, with another horrible rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus to top off the night (not to mention We Wish You A Merry Christmas stuck in our heads for the following two hours).
The weird kid’s time with the odd Santa’s Helper lady and, what I can only assume was a drunk Transylvanian Santa Claus did add the night a hint of the absurd, but it was rendered moot by some wonderfully sung carols.
I won’t touch on the absence of Dennis Walters as it still hurts to talk about. It’s in the same vein as Ray Martin no longer hosting the real Carols by Candlelight.
Anyway, here are some photos from the night, a random house I walked past on the way home, and some pictures from housesitting.
