So yesterday went the way it always does.  Got up, pressies, drank things, ate way too much food (which was excellent – thank you Bell and Bottle!) and then more drinking, more pressies, reading, watched tele, ate, watched Doctor Who and then dozed for a while, more drinking and then sleep.

It was nice to get out of the house fora change though. Seeing other people (even though I didn’t know any of them!) on Christmas Day felt good, almost like the way it was ‘back in the day’ when everyone used to congregate around Granny’s house.  Sigh… really should try and sort something like that… The thought of trying to organise my family though… Anxiety attack in a bottle.

But today!  Today today today!

Boxing Day – so called because today is the day you try and figure out how to get the bin men to take all the flat cardboard boxes from yesterday’s pressies! (Yes, I go with this all the way!)

Traditionally a shopping day and the day when all the bargains are to be found I dragged my arse out of bed and immediately parked in front of the telly box and watched the news of queues up and down this great nation of ours.  I, in no way, could be bothered.  I’m a traditionalist!  I do my sale shopping in January!  After I have been paid!

It all just looks like so much of a to-do.  Yes, after holding back the waves of illness yesterday in a vague attempt to enjoy myself I spent today looking like death on holiday in hell. 

I found the way through though.  Oh yes, booze and board games.  Well, for about 10 minutes anyway and they sitting in a non-sloachy fashion became too much of an effort! 

Reading Stephen Fry in America whilst watching Iron Man on DVD and eating mince pies whilst wearing new comfy cardigan thing and coughing really sums up today.

I may exert myself in a minute and make a cup of tea. Nah, I’ll make the pathetic ill face and someone will get me one.  Right?  Isn’t that how it works?