I have spent most of the morning trying to remember a bit of poetry that used to be read at my school's Carol Services. It was called something like "Angel's Song" or "The Angel's Message" (you get the picture), and all I can remember are a few lines approximating to the following:
"Not in castle, not in keep,
Not in tower tall and steep
Shall you find him, shepherds all,
But in humble oxen's stall."
and the lines "And a signal, and a sign, sure as all the stars that shine". It was always read by one of the Juniors, and it was a bit on the twee side, but I was rather fond of it nonetheless. I can't find it anywhere on the web, annoyingly.
*&^%@ing Amazon have screwed up my latest order. I thought it was taking longer than it should do (although I expected that), so I went to look at the irritatingly-named "Where's my stuff?" page, only to find that they hadn't accepted my credit card -- but hadn't bothered to tell me. It took two seconds to fix the reason it hadn't been accepted (wrong expiry date -- I've had a new card since I put the details in) and now the order's supposedly going through. Hopefully the stuff will still get here in time for Christmas. Meanwhile, there's still no sign of most of the things I ordered from the Original Gift Company (that is, the things that they still stock -- they've already told me that two of the things I ordered are no longer available).
In other news, work is driving me up the wall. I just don't want to be here. Right now I feel like I would do anything else, just for the sake of the change; but I worry that doing random irrelevant jobs won't do my CV any favours -- and since I appear to be more or less unemployable as it is I really don't want to make the situation any worse.
Oh well. Maybe I'll be able to find something more useful/interesting to do this afternoon than get into fights with evil ex-boyfriends on newsgroups. We can but hope.