Dear Diary,
MERRY CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!!!
Joy to the world and peace to all man and womankind, etc... etc...!!
Woke up very abruptly after a rather disturbing dream, in which Lisa, Alice and I were on a school trip, only for the place to get flooded and us to jump off the bunkbeds, and use all our swimming-lesson knowledge to drift ourselves out of there - whilst taking large amounts of cash and holding our phones between our teeth (Credit crunch interpretation, anyone?) But woke up as suddenly as if I'd been slapped, a nanosecond before realising IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY!! Which Dad voiced rather loudly upon entering my room to wake me up.
Stayed in bed for quite a while - well, I was up late blogging..... ;) - but eventually ran downstairs about 11 to a few presents, the best of which being a hot pink DIGITAL CAMERA!!! Yeah, bitch!! (That honestly was not an insult to anyone, it's just sumat I shout triumphantly every now and then) So naturally proceeded to take photos of everyone and everything.
Helped Mum prepare starters in the kitchen for a bit, before going round to Auntie Sarah's. Got licked to death by her dog and received a bag of presents, including a too-short-but-very-cosy pair of PJ's. Nice! And she LOVED our presents. Funny moment: Asking for a (single) vodka and coke - took a massive gulp, only to discover that her husband had given me the amount equivalent to a triple. Now, I can handle triple vodkas - I spent 3 years drinking them at an establishment that sells them for under £2 in Liverpool - but I at least need a WARNING!!
Got home - family came round at half 1. Dinner was wonderful - and felt even better because I'd helped prepare it this year. And can now strike something off the "Things to do before I'm 30" list in my mind - I have now tried Lobster. Verdict - One fine-arse motherfucker. Now I know why it's so expensive...... Mmmmmm..... Although have discovered something quite worrying: I helped take out the starters. And while the starters were being eaten, I thought "Right, remove the christmas cracker rubbish." Which I did. As soon as the starters were finished I automatically removed the plates and cutlery, stacked the dishwasher, and served the main course. Following which, I removed napkins and empty glasses, without even thinking about it. You know what this means, don't you?
I am a trained professional. I have embibed the rules of the silver service I picked up at the L*********, it has been hammered into me and I now cannot rid myself of the habit. Even found myself picking up empty wine glasses and chocolate wrappers in the lounge later on! And no-one had asked me to! Oh dear god........
TOP 5 BEST PRESENTS (Given)
Tickets to Strictly Come Dancing (for Mum - she bloody LOVES the show)
Leona Lewis' album (Mum again - she's wanted it for AGES)
First Aid kit (Shaun - something actually useful for his travels)
BJ book (Lisa and Alice - Best advice I have ever dispersed in book form)
Much sought-after Issey Myaki aftershave (Dad - reaction was fantastic)
TOP 5 BEST PRESENTS (Received)
Digital Camera (my life is now complete)
Swarovski necklace (ditto. No other shop fills me with such wonder and joy, and now I own something from there)
Massive fluffy belted jumper (I love Shaun. Been after one of them for ages)
Entire collection of "Blackadder" on DVD (yes! yes! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!)
Jean Paul Gaultier perfume (everyone has a signature scent. Expensive as it is, this is mine. It is sex in spray form. Usually get it once a year, whether birthday or Christmas. Still - YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!)
After dinner we reclined for hours - watching Corrie and attempting to play games. My team absolutely THRASHED the other in the "Now that's what I call music" interactive quiz (*proudly adjusts collar*). Eventually Auntie, Dave and Grandma left - while Shaun went to work, leaving me, Mum and Dad to chill for a long TV session. Mum soon went to bed, upon which Dad and I shared a bottle of wine, stuffed our faces with chocolate, moaned about how incredibly full we were, and laughed till we nearly vomitted at the "Blackadder Rides Again" documentary - agreeing that Rowan Atkinson and Richard Curtis are gods in human form. Is it wrong that I find Rowan Atkinson quite attractive..........?
Sent out a few Christmas texts to friends earlier. Was UNBELIEVABLY surprised to recieve one from Zara last night. Surely if she was still mad at me, she wouldn't have sent one at all? Replied anyway but got very excited - could this be a peace offering.....?! Season of forgiveness and all.........
Anyway, off to bed now - feel incredibly full, slightly tired, and a little bit pissed. To all (if anyone!) reading, have a very joyous and outstanding sweet-arse Christmas, full of love, happiness, and Fererro Rochers - the best gift the world has ever given.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Current Mood: knackered but happy
Current Music: "Cluster One" - Pink Floyd
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