Merry after-Xmas, for those who can afford it.

X-mas is just a moment in time, strongly related to frenetic commercial attractions, flashy wrap paper and smiles for rent.

A time when our girdles cry for mercy in their desperate attempts to contain the gazillion calories of extravagant meals, happily drunk gentlemen propose more than they can deliver and our dresses collect spots than K2R will be challenged to remove...

That's it, we gave senseless presents, received another pile of potentially unwanted junk in return, partied, drove under influence and somehow made it home and kicked the killer heels in the corner of the room.

Fabulous.

Tomorrow is business as usual.

Abandoned stray pets will get gassed, attorneys at law, debt collectors, revenue services, all will resume.

Somewhere a TG/TV sister will be abused, beaten-up, commit suicide, receive an outrageous divorce settlement.

What has changed ? Not much I'm afraid.

However...

We are still here and this is what really matters.

I love you, I love you all !