Two + One

It is finally Christmas Eve and I think I have a cold! But the cold has got to wait, I'm not missing out because of a cold. I've just managed to get up from my afternoon deep sleep/coma, and I'm ready to go. I actually wasn't sure whether this was the eve or the actual day; such was the coma I was in. I've also woken up to a beauty of a Christmas card, which is nice, except that that is the only thing I've forgotten to get for the Mister. He'll survive, and presents are due later on, so hopefully it'll make up for it. And now that it is finally Christmas Eve, I'm not so sure I want it to be. Because Christmas Eve is the time when angels descend from the heavens above, and I know it won't happen. Firstly because all the angels in the heavens are already booked, secondly because after all my imagination is said and done, I know that in reality there will be no angel. Not now, and if my guess is correct, not ever. Perhaps I have to try harder in this barren state of mine. And perhaps that Maltese angels are placed into care, all of them. Now I understand, not the "Thank you for your understanding". That I will never understand. But I understand why my peers have resorted to Cambodia, Romania, and Russia. I never really gave it serious thought, I always thought it might be due to the fact that they wanted an angel with a new slate as a baby. A new or an old slate never bothered me, it seems that the bureaucratic, royal, knowing-it-all, never-giving-anybody-else-a-chance authorities know a hell of a lot. What would otherwise be amusing is the fact that what one authority says, another authority doesn't say. Better still, the authorities concerned could actually master-class Parliament. It's exactly like dealing with the government and its shadow ministers. One authority is in direct opposition to another, yet they proclaim to be working together. And I am tempted to just look the other way and say... whatever. I have done enough, bf has done much more. There is one way I could get everybody to start pulling their socks, one way which will guarantee me success. If I were playing a board game, then I'd win hands down. But it is not a silly laminated board in question, but a human boy. And it would be nice to throw all evidence in some snooty face, but where would that get me. Sure, it would make me so smug and satisfied, but there still is another human being in question. So I guess I'll have to go solo. Well solo isn't really the way to go where the increase-and-multiply is concerned. But there's two of us already... and three won't be a crowd.