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I've got a cold, I feel like crap, I've nearly completed my Christmas shopping almost without realising it, and I had no idea how stressed I was because this is my normal day-to-day stress level now. It sometimes increases at work though.
No wonder I feel in need of a holiday.
Apparently both my mum's family and Graeme's family are doing their Christmas things on Boxing day, and we've been invited to both. Bugger. Not sure what we're going to be doing on Christmas day but if it involves staying in Leicester then we're going to have Dad and Andy over for Christmas dinner. I'm not entirely sure how to make Christmas dinner, I may have to practice a bit first. (Can I get a "yay"?)
Still got to get a few things to go in Dad's hamper. Which is now close to overflowing, but includes some very lovely things. Whisky (or should that be whiskey? Whichever one it is when it's Scotch, Malcolm probably knows) fudge so alcoholic that the shop assistant had to confirm that I was over 18 to buyt it. Miniatures of port because whatever wine I could buy him he'd have better in the garage already. Brand name absolutely bloody everything! And, of course, nuts and jelly babies in decorated matchboxes, and twix's wrapped up to look like little crackers. Because I likes a little silliness.
Right. Time to have breakfast and check my Christmas book for how to make a proper Christmas dinner and what exactly should go into it. My dad likes brussel sprouts...I don't know of anyone else that does...
No wonder I feel in need of a holiday.
Apparently both my mum's family and Graeme's family are doing their Christmas things on Boxing day, and we've been invited to both. Bugger. Not sure what we're going to be doing on Christmas day but if it involves staying in Leicester then we're going to have Dad and Andy over for Christmas dinner. I'm not entirely sure how to make Christmas dinner, I may have to practice a bit first. (Can I get a "yay"?)
Still got to get a few things to go in Dad's hamper. Which is now close to overflowing, but includes some very lovely things. Whisky (or should that be whiskey? Whichever one it is when it's Scotch, Malcolm probably knows) fudge so alcoholic that the shop assistant had to confirm that I was over 18 to buyt it. Miniatures of port because whatever wine I could buy him he'd have better in the garage already. Brand name absolutely bloody everything! And, of course, nuts and jelly babies in decorated matchboxes, and twix's wrapped up to look like little crackers. Because I likes a little silliness.
Right. Time to have breakfast and check my Christmas book for how to make a proper Christmas dinner and what exactly should go into it. My dad likes brussel sprouts...I don't know of anyone else that does...