A little summary...

Well, stone me crows. However long has it been since I communicated with my cyber-diary/thought-leaking-page/method-of-containing-crazy-inducing-outbursts?!

Firstly, there was Christmas. Christmas was good, this year, I think. We seemed to have quite a nice time, lots of drinking occassions out with friends, Christmas dinner with my family, lots of presents. Some very amusing photographs of myself looking perhaps slightly less than sober (for those of you friends with me on Facebook).
Only one complaint from Christmas, I think, and that was the television.
I don't know about you guys, but Christmas for me always makes me think of being a kid, and what it was like way-back-when.
Christmas used to consist of - me and my younger brother jumping up and down on my moms bed at far too early o'clock, until she agreed we could go downstairs and see if Father Christmas had indeed left us presents for being good children that year (which always made us a little nervous).
Then it would be tear downstairs, open our presents from the three of us, and then go shower and get ready. Then the family would arrive, and we would eat the biggest dinner you ever did see. Then we'd open the rest of our presents - and then the best bit - play with the presents. Did you ever get 'doing' presents as a kid? When you're parents know that, heaven forbid, if all you got were clothes and smellies and some money, you would have nothing to entertain you for the rest of the day and you would undoubtedly become too much to handle?
So, we'd play with the presents - then collect them all up into a little pile and escort them to our bedrooms, then back downstairs to laugh at my Poppa for being asleep on the sofa, and my Uncle Dereks red nose.
Then...THEN...there was the telly. There was always something good on the telly - a film or two, some entertaining programmes that had pretty colours for us kids, and adult humour to make the grown ups laugh. There was inevitably something on that the grandparents thought unsuitable, or my tipsy mom would snort at as she tried to laugh with a mouthful of wine - but it was always happy programmes.
This year....what happened this year????
For all you British readers who saw the abismal shit they broadcast over the festive holidays...what the hell happened??

But we got over Christmas horrors, and then the weird little time between Christmas and New Year, where no one really knows what day of the week it is or what they're supposed to be doing. I can safely say that I ate and drank and danced my way through this odd little time blip.

New Year was again a bit of a drunken experience - what can I say, I looked happy in the photographs and my arse was sore after a falling over incident at the end of the night - so I'm guessing that all went well.

So, now we are all back to work - thrusting ourselves back into the land of the living and having to contend with 10 hour working days, traffic, cars breaking down and not getting to finally sit down and chill out until at least 9 o'clock, by which time I'm tired and Boyo is getting tetchy with me because he knows I will shortly fall asleep, and we wont actually get to spend any time together.

All's normal on the southern front, then.


ps. There are plenty more specific stories since I have been away from this blog. I just dont have the energy to post any of them today. Stay tuned! ha ha!