Another shitty day at work today. But at least we have a nice house to come home to so the work stuff doesn’t seem so bad.
Just for the record though - we had too many yoghurts delivered and all of them were Apricot; half the forklift drivers were off after their Christmas party last night, and I had to deal with a drunk tattooed pensioner who lost it coz we’d run out of Old Holborn. And that was all before 11am.
I’m also having my annual mid-December meltdown about Christmas presents. I feel as if I have no clue what to get anybody and I keep having dreams where it’s 6am on the 25th and I realise I haven’t bought anything. I’m watching the days tick by and starting to get a bit panicky. I know it’ll all get done in the end, because it always does, but right now I’m wishing I was one of those people who got everything done in September so there wasn’t any last-minute worry.
Still - as I type this I have a glass of red wine in my hand, a large gammon steak in my tummy, and a woman I love completely sitting on the sofa wearing my slippers, so maybe things ain’t so bad after all, eh?
RC 12-12-13
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