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Since I'm feeling a bit healthier, I've been getting stuck into the unpacking that didn't get done when we moved in here. We moved on the first of December, so we were more concerned at the time with just unpacking the essentials and getting the rest of the boxes and bags shoved into cupboards out of the way so they didn't interfere with Christmas, and after Christmas I wasn't up to the task of finishing the job properly. Now, armed with better health and a mother who wants to do EVERYTHING so I don't have to, I'm dragging out the boxes and wading in.
So there's this entire bin liner full of cuddly toys. It's as if my daughter is spoilt or something. Anyway, we emptied the bag out onto the kitchen floor, where a massive laundry operation is currently under way (seriously, I've got three hanging rails out there for extra drying space. I'm really enjoying having a bigger kitchen). This is fine and everything, except that her ladyship keeps standing on them. This is fine too, except that every time she stands on one of them, it plays Last Christmas, and now I really, really, really, REALLY want Christmas to arrive. I was doing fine until that fucking teddy started acting up!
I've gotten madam to start putting together Christmas lists. I'm going to get the cupboard under the stairs sorted out, so I have somewhere to hide away the presents I plan to start accumulating immediately. Argos have a small Christmas section on their website, and I was overcome with glee when I looked at the Betterware catalogue someone put through my door yesterday and discovered there was a bunch of Christmas stuff in it. I'm pretty sure if I suggested starting to do Christmas things now, Debs might actually kill me. How can I be expected to wait another two months before I'm allowed to do Christmassy things? IT'S NOT FAIR.
So there's this entire bin liner full of cuddly toys. It's as if my daughter is spoilt or something. Anyway, we emptied the bag out onto the kitchen floor, where a massive laundry operation is currently under way (seriously, I've got three hanging rails out there for extra drying space. I'm really enjoying having a bigger kitchen). This is fine and everything, except that her ladyship keeps standing on them. This is fine too, except that every time she stands on one of them, it plays Last Christmas, and now I really, really, really, REALLY want Christmas to arrive. I was doing fine until that fucking teddy started acting up!
I've gotten madam to start putting together Christmas lists. I'm going to get the cupboard under the stairs sorted out, so I have somewhere to hide away the presents I plan to start accumulating immediately. Argos have a small Christmas section on their website, and I was overcome with glee when I looked at the Betterware catalogue someone put through my door yesterday and discovered there was a bunch of Christmas stuff in it. I'm pretty sure if I suggested starting to do Christmas things now, Debs might actually kill me. How can I be expected to wait another two months before I'm allowed to do Christmassy things? IT'S NOT FAIR.