Dear Diary,
So this, as John Lennon once said, is Christmas. Or nearly, at any rate. Technically, this is Christmas Eve - but damn, is it exciting! The good news is, I'm COMPLETELY organised - and this is the first Christmas I've EVER been able to say that. Presents bought, wrapped, labelled and placed under the tree. Outfit for tomorrow sorted. Hairdo and make-up style? NAILED. The bad news.....? Well, there isn't any.
Spent a fantastic final few days mostly Christmas shopping and meeting the girls for lunch - all the better to exchange Christmas (and in my case, late birthday) presents whilst shrieking loud enough to attract the waiters. Ah, good times!
FROM LISA:
Birthday: "Cooking with Sign Language" book (actually from her mum - awwww!), some cupcake cases, a gorgeous Dessert cooking book (as I've previously bemoaned my extreme difficulty with making anything dessert-ish) and a pretty little embellished key on a keyring - which I was told (in keeping with "The Secret") was the metaphoric Key to my New Flat. HOW amazing??!
Christmas: I shit you not - a game entitled "Nookii." Was slightly confused, thinking maybe some foreign language, until I saw the tagline: "The Grown-Up game for playful couples." (!!!!) Can forsee a lot of fun with this. A woman at a neighbouring table even asked where it was purchased.
FROM ALICE:
Birthday: Beautiful, silky black and purple underwear set. Sweet baby Moses, it is FIIIIIINE!! Practically sprinted home to try it on.
Christmas: Mini Sign Language dictionary - which I've been after for ages. Except this one fits in your POCKET!!!
So that was the other day - today we met up again in town, for some merry drinks and food. Had to haul-ass to Marks and Sparks halfway through - to pick up one last present and a little black cami/mini cardigan to wear tomorrow - but other than that it was fantastic.
The plans are all set for tomorrow, as I speak. Such are the bad relations at Joe's house (as per) that he's spending Christmas with us -at my Auntie's. I'll be honest, despite the connotations of why he's joining us, I'm pretty excited. The family are looking forward to seeing him again, and both parties (ie: Joe and my family) have bought presents for each other - neither knowing, and both violently exclaiming that they hope the other hasn't bought them anything. As it stands, I'm the only one who knows the truth, from both sides. Starting to feel like a vaguely evil puppet master.......!
All that remains now is tonight - where I'll be heading, (now vaguely tipsy) into town to meet Joe and his mates (plus WAGs) for Christmas Eve drinks. Kitted out in the new sailor dress I discovered in Primark last week - which, incidentally, makes my boobs look HUGE without actually revealing anything.
God bless Primark, every one!
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