excuses for not writing

I’ve been ridiculously busy at work, and nursing Philippa at home. She picked up some horrible flu bug thing and hasn’t been out of bed much. I hate seeing her poorly, but I’m enjoying being her nursemaid. I even offered to dress up in a uniform for her but she just mumbled ‘maybe when I feel better.’
This is my first time dealing with a supermarket Christmas rush while being part of the management team. It’s bloody stressful. Trying to judge just how much extra Elmlea we’ll need in December has been keeping me awake for nights on end. Then I have to deal with confused old women asking me where the Sainsbury’s sherry is, to which I have to reply ‘Probably in Sainsbury’s love. Maybe you should try there.’
Every night I come in exhausted.
I want to feel more Christmassy, so tonight I’m going to cuddle up with Philippa and watch ‘The Polar Express.’ I can’t afford to turn the heating up, so I’ll take advantage of her temperature to keep myself warm.

RC 16-12-11