We’re done with Christmas again then. I went to my Mum’s in Yorkshire and had a lovely time, though I was glad to be back in my little flat after a week away. Mum says everything that happened over Christmas will end up on here anyway, but this time she’s wrong. I shall just say that my family are quite mad and leave it that. It doesn’t mean I don’t love them, just…in small chunks, you know?
I got back on Friday and me and Max spent NYE at a friend’s house being beaten at Trivial Pursuit. Since then I’ve mostly vegged out and attempted to make a dent in the massive amounts of chocolate and biscuits we have acquired over the festive season. Yesterday we went for a 5 mile skate around the Emirates, so at least I don’t feel as guilty for all the crap I’ve been eating.
Max is back at work today (just for the day) but I am not. The Carrie of December gets bonus points for booking an extra week off, though she’ll lose them again when I go back and remember all the crap she left me with. I am already not looking forward to going back to work, although the dread started about three days in to my holiday. It’ll be next Monday before I know it.
I got some lovely things for Christmas, some new knee pads from Max for roller derby, many books, a big photo frame from my bro as I’d said I wanted stuff for the walls in our flat, which are very bare, a tea set and the aforementioned chocolate.
One of my favourite things about this holiday has been Max reading The Hunger Games. He’s not a big reader usually, so seeing him race through these books – and his passionate arguments for Team Peeta – have just about made my month. I loved the books too, as you can see here, but I was Team Gale in the beginning. Max cannot comprehend this. Why Gale? He doesn’t do anything? Peeta is awesome! He bakes! He’s romantic! He’s totally your type! Gale would do your nut in! You hate outdoorsy types. And on and on. He also keeps guessing what will happen next, though he’s mostly been wrong on that. Can’t wait to see how he feels about the ending.
And here we are in 2012. I may attempt to update this place a bit more, but I can’t promise it. I contemplated doing another Cannonball Read, and maybe I will keep a better record of my books, but I don’t think I want to do one officially. I’ve been seeing a lot of blogs reviewing 2011 and all the things people did in their year and I feel, as usual, woefully behind. Other than starting a new job, joining roller derby and moving in with Max, I haven’t really accomplished all that much. Maybe 2012 will be different, but since I’m very much a slacker, it probably won’t.