THAT Time of Year
Oh damn, I should have thought of a different title, now I’ve got a Wiggles song stuck in my head.
But it’s getting to the silly season, so named I’m sure because it induces such panicy feelings that the only way to get through it is to indulge in a glass of sherry or brandy before 10am in the morning, making Mum’s all over the world silly before lunch time. I swear that’s the only way I’m going to get through this year.
As it approaches the magic two month mark til Christmas, I think about all I have to do and feel like running away with Bettina until everything blows over.
I know I have too much on my plate, compounded by the fact I have 34 days until I leave, rather than the 63 days until Christmas.
At least I don’t have 500 Christmas parties to go to.
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I’d like to give up having christmas altogether.
lots of room and plenty of beds to choose to hide in at my house.
That’s because you will be down with me!!!! So we will have to throw our own Christmas party