The festive season landed with a thump in the flat last night, with the appearance of a small yet surprisingly heavy Christmas tree. Well, I say tree - it's more of a shrub really.... But it's perfect for our little flat, even if it's somewhat dwarfed by the telly. We're on a mission to get decorations now, to make the last week and a bit in the run up to Christmas go with a ho ho ho.I got a bit over excited as we sorted out a box strong enough to support our tree last night, blasting out Dean, Frank and, err, Shaky as J wrapped it in reindeer-related paper. I love Christmas.
I'm off for my annual piss up with a couple of mates today - starting at 4 which seems both sensible and irresponsible at the same time. It all hinges on whether or not we remember to eat dinner and whether or not we call it quits when the pub shuts really....
Then, tomorrow, I'll drag my hungover carcass to Peckham for our now-traditional Christmas dinner with my mates. Thankfully, the girls are cooking once again, leaving me and the rest of the boys to drink beer and listen to more cheese. Magic.
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