I can tell because the strange mixture of extreme delight and despair has fallen upon me as is now a Christmas tradition.
I spent the weekend down in Lympne with the parental units and my siblings and had a lovely time. Jim cooked lovely fish cakes, we watched movies and the Christmas tree went up.
But I know I can barely afford Christmas this year and things are going to be really tough. :(
Jim has gone over to Boston for a few days so my mood hasn't been helped by the loneliness.
And work. Leaving my last job was a good move. Finding another job without finding a way to earn money without doing any work at all was a bad move. If it wasn't for the rather awesomely pretty boy (I'm talking AWESOMELY pretty. Think The Sixth Former sort of awesomeness) I saw on the tube today I think I may well have given up and gone home (thankfully he got off at Hammersmith too).
My laptop died yesterday, the hard drive is fried I think, so this will probably be my last post for this year (blogging from work, it's a big no no around here). I don't know when I'll be able to afford a new laptop but it may well be some time indeed (think years rather than months!). Sorry Dear Constant Reader, you'll have to make do without me.
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!
So in case I don't see you; good afternoon, good evening and good night.