My dear ladies and occasional gentleman I expect like myself and Ronald you are winding down from Christmas and winding up for the NEW YEAR celebrations. We have returned home after a very lovely Yuletide one of the highlights being the MIDNIGHT MASS. 

Just before we journeyed north for Christmas we had our own CAROL CONCERT in the village and I read a reading in my own inimitable THESPIAN LADY manner. The CHOIR were singing in the stalls, the congregation were singing a beat or two behind and the organist was at least 5 beats behind us. It was like a mad Christmas MADRIGAL! We in the  congregation tried to slow down to match the organ but that didn’t work, the choir tried to speed things up so we joined them and then the ORGANIST decided to CHANGE KEY half-way through a verse. It was impossible to suppress the giggles even the VICAR had a smirk on his face. Somehow we all managed to finish the carols but not necessarily together.

just to balance the scales the COTSWOLDS Christmas Mass was conducted at break-neck speed! The church was picture perfect, lit only by candles in chandeliers, the light flickering against the ancient stones and the wax gently plopping on the congregation below. If I angle myself right I cN get my moustache waxed at the same time!

I have never sung Christmas carols so fast in my life which was quite tricky for me as I had forgotten my glasses and was singing from memory. I came unstuck when singing the wrong verse at full volume in a quiet moment.

Morello seemed to find it amusing and snorted through the next verse.

I think it must have been the vicar’s birthday as well as Baby Jesus’s, the speedy service could only mean one thing, HE WAS ON A PROMISE!

Luck Vicar I say as the only promise I was on was finding Ronald 6 sheets to the wind on my return. When I left him he was into CHIEF STOKER mode, plying the poor wood burner with more logs than it could chew in a month and in the other hand a large GIN!
Our son had proudly told us that he had enough logs till the end of February, OH NO YOU DON’T. You’ll be lucky if they last till NEW YEAR!

My dear ladies and occasional gentleman I must be off as I am dressing up and off out for the celebrations. I will be glad to see the back of 2013 and I am looking forward to 2014.

Hello to you lovely SAGA readers who have been recommended to take a look, I hope you enjoy reading my BLISS (I don’t like the word Blog it’s too vulgar)

Thank you all my lovely readers for following me, reading my little BLISS and leaving lovely comments.

I hope to share with you my resolutions for the new year, my adventures with my best friend Veronica, Ronald’s little bits, tales of hirsute Roley, Harold the CROSS-DRESSING librarian, Gwendoline, Theresa, Gloria and all my other wonderful LADY-FRIENDS.

Yours Very Happy New Yearly


p.s. If I can work the technology I will share photographs and videos. See you next year Cx


  1. Happy New Year to you Celia. This is your best friend Veronica here….as you can see I have gone Viral. To be honest dear, I have no idea what I’m doing and appeared to have opened at least 6 bliss accounts so far today, but what fun!


    • Oh dear, you must try to resist this overuse of your blogs, I fear you have become addicted already. I think the problem may be your multi-personality disorder, or perhaps this is a blessing as you will be able to write from many angles but don’t try the legs behind your ears position as this restricts blood to the brain and you will just write jib bearish.
      Well done for writing, let your genius flood out.
      Hugs xxx


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