I was at work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I had a terrible cold, so food tasted like cotton wool, and it was all I could do to drag my bloated cadaver from place to place.
By the time I got to my Mams on Christmas Day the rest of my family had been and gone, Billie was so visibly bored she wanted to go home after 90 minutes (who can blame her?), and that's pretty much all I've seen of her.
Joy to the world eh?
I'm also at work New Years Eve and Day, but I don't mind that as New Year has never appealed, for obvious reasons.
I still feel a little rough, both mentally an physically.
When my parents are gone, and Billie is off at University (ie next bloomin' year), apart from work, what will I do with my time? What contact will I have with humankind?
Could one man be any more bored or boring?
New Years resolution, do some bloody exercise! Please !
“A sure way to lose happiness, I found, is to want it at the expense of everything else” - Bette Davis
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