Christmas is over and all the scraps of goose are eaten and the Stilton is cringing in a stinking pool of cheese juice in a corner of the kitchen.
We had a lovely Christmas dinner that should have been a lunch, but the gargantuan goose that i bought was still solid as a rock at 11am on Christmas morning and had to have emergency defrost surgery.
Doh. We finally ate at 5.30pm. Yum and worth the wait anyway.
I wore a Santa hat and refrained from screaming Bah!Humbug! at the top of my voice. Tee Hee.
I tried to phone the Family in SA, but the bastards were on the beach. Nice.
For those who care, i am handing in my resignation with a dash of glee on my first day back at work. All change here. I will be moving home too. In with Louise in Raynes Park - a few stops down the line. So all Joy. Leaving a crappy house and job in one! Hooray and Jingle Jingle, i feel joyous at the thought.
Hope everyone had a happy festive season and that you have all recovered from the feast. x