So this is Christmas
Christmas is over. I’ve finished the shopping, everything is wrapped and now all that needs doing is the dishing out and opening up.
And the eating, of course.
Most of the parties are finished. Some of them earlier than planned, including Thursday when Ross, Will and I ended up at the pub as soon as dinner was finished and I ended up feeling a bit guilty that we hadn’t stayed longer. I’m sure it was a very expensive do, but I think by party 24 we were a bit Christmased out.
Somehow we managed to attract some cling-on girls who followed us there, apparently by coincidence, after failing to get into a club, probably on account of already being completely blooted by 21h.

Ross with devil-red eyes, Nik with worrying lack of hair, and Will with a manic smile
All in all, that averaged out to a very nice night, but I do think I’m getting far too familiar with the last train home.
Not so on Friday. It was Mark’s birthday, so we went to The Edge on Soho Square. He’d hired out the top floor and after a few anxious minutes when it looked like we might be the only four around it quickly started to fill up. So much so, in fact, that by nine it was standing room only. Just as well he’d and Ems had taken the opportunity to pose for the official birthday photo earlier on, then…

I bailed out at ten, along with Sophie, Kathryn and Ems, and gave in to the charm of an early night. Ended up sleeping right through, unbroken, until yesterday afternoon. That pushed the end of the shopping to this morning, and bumped the rebuilding of my oven, after last week’s dismantling and scrubbing, to this afternoon.
I stupidly set out to do it without taking along my keys. How I thought I’d get in there I don’t know. Fortunately mum has spares, so I carted her around and she let me in. She’s the only person to have seen it since I’ve finished all the painting and cleaning. Now she’s got me wondering whether I should actually be selling, rather than renting it out.
If I let it, it’ll probably get all scuffed up, and then I’ll have to paint it all again if I decide I do want to sell it after all. As it stands, it’s at its best, so good for showing people around. It would also give me the money to buy somewhere else, which could then be rented for more.
Hmmm…
So anyway, this week. It’s dinner with the dinnerladies tomorrow, party with the mag on Tuesday, and then the last slow roll-up to the day itself.
December is a great time to work in magazines.
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