A Day Late

So I had Christmas Day a day late. As anyone who knows me will know, this didn’t perturb me in the slightest as I can’t really be arsed with the whole thing but I could definitely have done without the splitting migraine which I got as a present. Thankfully my family decided to just leave me sparked out in bed rather than attempt to gee me up with any kind of seasonal spirit.

Therefore, for me, Boxing Day became Christmas day. As with almost any reasonably inclusive family gathering I found myself keep almost silent for fear of saying something that would upset. The fault would likely be all my own if I did as I have a habit of resorting to sarcasm. However, Emma remained a useful distraction as always so the spotlight was rarely turned on me.

All going to plan I’ll head back down the road tomorrow. Much as I’d quite like to chat to family (in small groups), the last few weeks of December have left me knackered which is probably partly to blame for my invalid turn yesterday. The lure of getting more acquainted with the new sofa in my lounge and reducing the pile of unplayed games and unread books. Maybe even some running in the snow.