A Sheepish Return

I know I know its been so long, I even considered maybe NOT coming back to this blog, but then I thought no, I must continue. I must carry on with this, as Magnus would say "I have started so I shall finish". Although if finishing means dying, (presumably) then I would have to pre-write a suitable epitaph. Something like THE END, IT'S VERY WHITE AND FLUFFY OVER HERE IN HEAVEN AND I CAN SPIT ON THE PEOPLE DOWN BELOW HA HARRRRR THEY THINK IT'S RAIN!

Oooh I must not ramble. I must tell you that I had a very lovely Christmas, that was the reason I started this. Before I got distracted. Today I am sneezing and my throat hurts when I sneeze. It is clearly the onset of some horrific post-Christmas flu. Damn. Also, I am very tired as I was kept awake very late last night by Nick who couldn't get to sleep so I'm in a bit of a shitter of a mood. Also I have PMT, my hair feels greasy and I am too scared to weigh myself after the Chritmas food binge.

Anyway, enough negativity. Christmas, though, was brilliant, and started off with Nick's mum, dad and little sister coming to stay. I managed to pull off a Christmas turkey dinner although the pudding never got eaten because I put far too much food on each plate. We had a house party on Christmas Eve which was also Nick's sister birthday, and quite a few folk came which was ace. We did lots of eating and drinking and all had some lovely presents.

After Christmas they went back and my sister and her husband flew over for New Years Eve. We had a wicked time and it made me realise how much I miss them not being around all the time : ( but there you go. On New Years Eve itself we had my cousins and their husbands/fiances around and did much kareoke. (Singstar party.) There was tequila, absinthe and other cocktail type drinks. We were suitable entertained. I was suitably hungover for lunch at my aunties on New Years Day.

And now all our guests have left, and I am back at work. Nick is in Jersey for a few days doing some editing, and I am going to catch up on some sleep, go to the gym and have my roots done on Saturday.

Molly also had a good time. Over the whole period, she managed to lick/eat her way through a pack of butter, some uncooked pastry, a plate of mince pies and a packet of biscuits I left on the lounge carpet. The funniest was when my cousin Joey tried to shoo her off the dining table (and mince pies) and she leapt over the candle I had put in the centre and managed to singe the fur on her tummy. Don't worry she didn't burn herself but there was an awful stink of burnt cat hair. Also, she tried to eat the tree and knocked over just about every card I put up. Anyway she is still quite skinny believe it or not after all that!