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I’ve hit a bit of a wall as far as Christmas plans go. Having been forced to think about it since September at work I’ve reached the stage now where I’m sick of the whole thing and I want it to be January…
I don’t like thinking too far ahead, that’s the trouble. I like to take each day as it comes and make the best of it and then move onto the next one, and that’s hard to do in December because everyone you talk to is talking about Christmas, and every advert you see and hear is all about gearing up for the 25th. I’ve fallen into the trap of buying into the crap and now I’m in a bit of a tired tizz. 
Work has affected our plans somewhat as well, as Philippa will be working Boxing Day. They’re doing an extra big super sale thing and she has to be there to help with all the credit agreements, or something. It’s a pain and it limits our time together, but we’ve had a good run of it in the past few years, so we’re not moaning. 
That’s something I’d like to underline in regards to this whole blog post actually - I’M NOT MOANING. I’m still being positive and I’m still looking forward to it all, I just think I’ve had it in my head for two months already and it just all goes on too long. I’d like to find a little island somewhere that I can sit on for 24 hours and have a bit of a break. But I can’t, so I have to get on with it.

RC 6-12-17