Ho Ho Ho and all that jazz.
After weeks of battling stress, drama, illness, complacency and idiocy I've finally got 3 days off to recover, woo!
Christmas is always a weird time and brings out a little bit of the crazy in all of us and society encourages it. So far today, I've tried to understand what the hell was going on in 'Oklahoma!' through the medium of interprative dance, when it looked like some girl was trying to escape sinister Cancan dancers in a house which had no walls, cursed myself for buying my dad a Stylophone and yelled at my grandmother down the phone because it's the only way she can hear me these days. The usual Christmas activities really.
The run up for Christmas has been particularly manic with the whole Credit Crunch and high street woes. Whilst trade has been picking up closer to Christmas and with it bringing a swath of cute guys shopping for presents (yes!) there have also been the ah, how should I put it, 'Christmas-Crazed' shoppers. My favourite was the woman who asked me not once, but twice, whilst using the lift and after using it, where the lift was to take her back downstairs. In her world I guess lifts have the lifespan of a firework, a one time only use. I was also asked if I knew where Jonny Wikinson was (as I'm not his PA I didn't feel licensed to tell a potential stalker his current location) and where we kept our fake moustaches. Add that to the countless requests for diaries, Cheryl Cole's autiobiography and wrapping paper I was ready to renounce Christmas.
I was saved from potential Scroogedom by the completely random and unexpected proccurrement of wrapping paper which meant that I could actually wrap presents this year instead of bribing my sister to do them for me as per usual. Loe and behold, I unrolled the paper to reveal guide lines to cut the paper straight. Halleujah! So I was able to wrap my rectangular shaped presents (which also helped the wrapping miracle) and allowed myself to feel Christmassy and sparkly in time for Christmas Eve, which was nice.
Speaking of Halleujah, Jeff Buckley's version kicks ass and should have been Number 1 over the X-Factor girl and that's all I'll say on the subject.
Mmmm! I smell turkey! I'm looking forward to Christmas dinner, not least because not only am I not cooking it but also because my parents have a dish washer which means no starring at the scummy, blocked sink and the piles of other people's dishes stacked up around my tiny kitchen for days and days on end.
I hope you're all having a good Christmas and doing exactly what I am: pigging out, relaxing and watching lots of good tv. Sheer bliss. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!