This last week before the big day, always, always catches me out and every year I promise myself NEXT time I’m online shopping in October. Thing is, I still haven’t tackled the vile shopping centre and there is every possibility that my status as Giver of Dodgy (handmade) Presents Auntie, is soon to become Giver of Petrol Station Chocolates Distantly Related Lady. It’s not that I haven’t been doing stuff. I’ve been busy making piles...
Right in the nick of time for the inevitable postal strike.
Actually, that’s what this week is really all about: curve balls. There have been many of a sleep-depriving nature. I’ve been existing on white marshmallows at two in the morning and the Recommended Daily Gelatin Intake has been rocketed off the scales so when my head finally hits the pillow, I’m wide awake on a sugary high. Nice.
So, she’s not the only one who looks like this:
Although I’m not permanently sporting some Atrocity in Pink – worn in an 80s-tennis-player/sweatband style and something best photographed in a blur.
In the meanwhile I have my eyes firmly on the prize. Christmas will be wonderful and overwhelming and manic and noisy and I know by the time evening rolls around, it’ll be kids in bed and the Mr and me slumped in front of our annual DVD ritual. Not that either of us expect to make it through the first without nodding off (although the opposite happened the year we watched 28 Days Later – an appalling choice with all that Christmassy goodwill – and then had to sit into the wee hours, through an inane, straight-to-video flick, which did do the fending off of the nightmares trick).
Happy holidaying and Christmas everyone – whatever you’re doing may it be a glorious day, with much joy and colour and laughter and warmth (especially if you live in the snowy bits).