It's so good getting up in a morning and knowing the exhausting battle of xmas is over for another year.
Yes it's great when you are in love or between 2-30, it's not the washing up anymore, we've got a dishwasher. No it's not the money either, we are just about able to cope with the debt. It's just tiring being happy and giving jolly lies to people and knowing that they are doing the same.
Next year it's a kilo of smoked salmon a jug of black russians and a meaty bone for the dog, I'll give the kids any money I might be able to gather together and then that's it the door will be locked and I am going to just lounge around and watch telly, ooh and if I still haven't stopped smoking then I'll be able to smoke my head off without wearing 2 coats to stop the windchill (trying to get rid of the smoke) cos no-ones coming in and if they seep under the door they can damn well put up with it.
Sorry about the whinging it was wonderful really. Reeeally.
