Christmas

At the risk of sounding 'bah humbug' and all of that, I blurry hate Christmas.  From the end of September I have an ever growing feeling of dread as the day approaches.  I find the weight of expectation to be 'having the time of one's life' overpowering.  I would quite happily just ignore the whole thing.

I had been thinking about going away but in all honesty I just can't be bothered to organise anything.  And whatever I organise for Mark and I, I will have to organise for my dad and that is just too much of a faff all round.  So my current thinking is that dad can come here for Christmas for a few days.  This is not ideal on so many levels but at least it is manageable.  Hey ho!

Still, perhaps Mark and I can go away for New Year - I much prefer New Year - Maersk willing!

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  1. Standing invitation for all three of you at La Folie. I hate bl**dy Christmas too, so we can all just pretend it's not happening! You can bring the tequila from the bathroom. (Don't bother with the Pernod, though!)

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  2. We did seriously think about inviting ourselves to your place but dad is in one of his, 'I'm sick of travelling' modes at the moment. Wot means we have to travel, joy. So, without boring you with all the toings and froings, the three of us are off to the Lake District for a few days and then Mark and I go to visit Margaret for a couple of days. It's the season to be ______ (fill in the bank as appropriate )

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  3. ____ indoors surgically attached to a supply of tequila!

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  4. I like the way you think, but you already know that :-)

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