Have finally got my ass sat down to write a proper post about Christmas.
Got to Mum & Dad's Christmas Eve and all was good. My brother was there and so we all had a good catch-up before he went off into town to meet up with some mates. Had a chilled afternoon and then me and my Dad went down the pub that night.
When we got home my Mum had gone out to pick my brother up and when they got back I stood chatting to my bruv in the kitchen until about half 1 in the morning!! Was really good actually. We were both a bit drunk - well, Rob more than me and he found out that his little sister wasn't quite as goody, goody as he thought she was, which was quite funny!! He told me he was proud of me as well, which was quite nice.
Then Christmas Day dawned and I started with the cold I knew was coming. I think I've had it coming for about a month or so, but 'cos I've not had time to be ill I think it has just sat and brewed a while and then decided to show it's face just as I finished opening my pressies. So by Christmas night I felt bloody awful, I ached all over and my whole body just hurt.
So crappy time was had really. Was nice being with my family and catching up with my brother, but was kind of glad to get home. Always feel better after a good nights sleep in my own bed.
But am back off down to Mum & Dad's tomorrow night after work for the New Year. So better stop typing and get packed.
Hope everyone has a safe and Happy New Year!!