There is something wrong about being in work this close to Christmas. It’s the first time in about 5 years I’ve done it and it’s just not right.
Mind you, there is a perverse pleasure to be gained watching people scurry about at lunchtime, panic etched on their faces, consulting hastily scrawled lists or mobile phones.
Ahhh yes, the well-earned
joy smugness that comes with having finished your Christmas shopping (ok, minus three things but we know what they are and they aren’t needed until after Christmas).
So, the countdown begins. Tonight I’ll wrap Louise’s presents, endure another day of work tomorrow and then it’s home for a few glasses of wine and the Muppets Christmas Carol (it’s tradition). Christmas Day we pick up my Gran and spend the day at my Mum’s. Then off to Louise’s sisters at night for drinks. Boxing Day is dinner at Louise’s brothers, then it’s the Christmas gathering of friends on the 27th. Out for a few beers on the 28th, and recovering on the 29th. Hic.
I’ve been toying with doing a recap of the year but will leave it until after Christmas I think. I’ll be
working mucking about with new designs for a couple of other websites, adding a feature here and generally lounging around come the 29th December. So that’ll give me plenty of time to come up with a Troubled-Diva-esque posting about 2003. Or not.