i bloody hate january

I don't think I've mentioned this before...I'm not one to moan...but I bloody hate January.
Shit weather. Dark ALL THE TIME. Bloody miserable. The alarm nearly killed me this morning. Fact.

ski trip

The eldest has gone to the French Alps with her boyfriend and his parents. It is her first skiing holiday. So far she has phoned me in an 'emergency' to say she couldn't open her suitcase, she's discovered that she has taken one ski glove and one man's mountain biking glove, she's rolled halfway down an Alp and had to be rescued by a French man who recovered her ski poles and she's dropped her poles off the ski lift and lost them. 
She's having the time of her life.
I'm not sure how much fun the boyfriend's parents are having 😬

happy new year

Happy New year lovely people!

dog tired

Took the dog for a run in the woods today. She's been asleep ever since. I'm feeling a little sleepy myself. It's the Chrimbo Limbo innit.

25 and 26 THE END

Christmas... hope it was a good one.

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Twenty four miscellaneous festive items. All recycled from previous days. Sustainable design at it's best.... and I can't think of any more county items for the sodding thing. Obvs.

23

Twenty three pressies in Santa's sack.

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Twenty two brussels sprouts for Christmas dinner.

21

Twenty one stars.
Cos it's bloody dark ALL THE TIME here.
And they're quick.
Ho ho ho.

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Twenty Christmas cards.
A dying breed. Loads of people have told me they're not sending cards this year. Maybe they're not? Or maybe they just don't like me 😬

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Nineteen snowflakes. Nice and quick. Nexxxtttt....

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Eighteen Christmas crackers.
To anyone not in the UK who is wondering what the chuff a Christmas cracker is:
It's a thing that you pull with a friend over Christmas dinner. It breaks in half and spits out a load of tat, including a paper hat and a shit joke. The more they cost, the better quality the tat... but the joke's still a bit shit.
You're welcome.

17

It's beginning to look a lot like crowded...

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Sixteen winter warmers. Cos it's bloody cold.

15

Fifteen Christmas puds. All destined for the bin. Cos no-one has room for christmas pud after they've spent all day stuffing their faces with Quality Street, fancy M&S chilli coated peanuts and an enormous turkey.