Today marks the ‘Christmas Countdown’. You have six weeks to lose a stone, source the perfect Scandinavian looking tree and marinade mince pie filling or if you’re me feel slightly amused you chinned yourself in the middle of the night shaking off pins and needles… I shit you not.
After checking for damage, luckily none, I realised my face was beyond help this morning and opted for an ‘eyebrows only’ day (if you know, you know).
With today being such a huge milestone in life (sarcasm) I took a look at just exactly what we should be doing in the six week run up to Christmas day. I was a bit perturbed to say the least, it seems I have missed the October deadline to ‘make a family plan’ and ‘buy plane tickets’ (quite like the sound of the plane tickets, one way would be ideal). I have not ‘updated my card list’ or ‘started baking things I can freeze’ which would, if I had done that been something minuscule as my freezer is smaller than a shoe box.
Needless to say I won’t be finalising menu’s, deep cleaning my house or recharging the batteries on my camera or video recorder or creating a time line for my festive feast.
I can confirm however I will be doing the last instruction on the list of Stepford, ‘sitting back and relaxing’ and crossing my fingers that we have another power cut. Once again, I shit you not, Christmas 2016 will be remembered for the sheer frustration of not being able to see what we were opening, me crying over not being able to boil the kettle or shower and a reminder of how those expensive, electrical goods don’t mean a thing.