I'm not crazy about Christmas. I hate all this enforced jollity and the feeling that one must be having the time of one's life for every minute of every day for a week, but I try. God knows I try. I happily accommodate the various wishes of others safe in the knowledge that they still won't be happy; I am prepared to travel all over the planet, in all weather conditions; I willingly sacrifice several nights' sleep staying in a variety of strange beds over the festive period (and just for the record, Mark and I have never had Christmas in our own home.) So, like I said, I try.
This year is no exception. I really didn't want to travel this Christmas. Travelling around Christmas time is never easy; loads of other people are travelling (and kids!), the weather is unpredictable and every year the 'up-f*ck' factor seems to increase. I would have preferred to stay put, but it was not meant to be. So here we are poised to undergo the annual route march. And what happens? A crisis of bloody mammoth proportions breaks out at Maersk. Doo-doo hitting the fan at all angles. And right at this moment I have no idea what is going to happen. Oh joy!
WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN TO BE THE PIGEON AND NOT THE STATUE!!!!!
Happy Christmas :-))
This year is no exception. I really didn't want to travel this Christmas. Travelling around Christmas time is never easy; loads of other people are travelling (and kids!), the weather is unpredictable and every year the 'up-f*ck' factor seems to increase. I would have preferred to stay put, but it was not meant to be. So here we are poised to undergo the annual route march. And what happens? A crisis of bloody mammoth proportions breaks out at Maersk. Doo-doo hitting the fan at all angles. And right at this moment I have no idea what is going to happen. Oh joy!
WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN TO BE THE PIGEON AND NOT THE STATUE!!!!!
Happy Christmas :-))
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