And so Christmas is over once again. Won’t be long before it’s here again though. You might laugh but the years go quick. I have been in Yorkshire for most of it, loving being off work and mainly lolling about doing very little. Bliss. I got lots of nice things and ate far too much food, most of it chocolate based. I’d write a proper entry but really, who’s going to read it? This year:
- We have all lost our shit over the snow.
- We again pretended we wouldn’t go to my grandmother’s house on Christmas Eve, only to cave at the last minute, but we positively would NOT be opening presents. And yet we did.
- I have learned more about my grandfather’s bowel movements than I ever needed to. Must go bleach my brain.
- Mum gave up her tradition of running up and down the stairs and flushing toilets to wake us up. I guess that makes me officially old.
- I moaned about not getting any socks or smellies.
- I spent a ridiculous amount of time playing DS games, and I haven’t even started the new Zelda yet. There goes my reading target…
- On Boxing Day I watched too much TV, including The Proposal, The Other Boleyn Girl, and Inkheart.
- You can tell I was going stir crazy since I agreed to go shopping in the sales.
- I was disappointed by Doctor Who.
- I have felt cold, especially my poor feet, for most of it.
- Christmas telly was mostly crap. Who does the schedules and why did they show the third Pirates film before the second? Same with The Santa Clause sequels. (Although who knew there were three of those?)
- My Google Reader had hit 250 posts on my return. I admit to hitting ‘mark all as read’ a fair bit. Sorry.
- I have succeeded in getting through the festive season without having a cold. Woot! Dear universe, this is not an invitation to strike me down.
I have no plans for New Years Eve, but since I hate, loathe, detest!!! NYE I don’t really mind not doing anything. The weather is awful, it’s cold and wet, I do not wish to trek across the city in the dark to go to a party where I know no one and be jostled about and feel out of place until the clock strikes twelve and we all pretend to like each other and then trek back across London to go home. I’m such a bloody misery. Of course, I will go, if I get a nice invite, but snuggling up under a duvet and watching The Big Fat Quiz of the Year sounds like heaven to me…Oh, it appears that’s on New Year’s Day. Pfft. Schedulers.