I'm going to viewed as a miserable old bastard by some but I've got to write that this Christmas on the family present side was a tragic waste of money. Lovely to see sit and eat with them all; see the eldests husband had made progress, all the social stuff lovely. But, the presents!
Christmas it seems is one of those times where honesty, no matter how tactfully put, just doesn't go down well.
Family. "What do you want for Christmas?"
Me. "Nothing."
Family. "You must want something!"
Me. "Of course there are things I would like but you wouldn't be able to wrap them and put them under the Christmas tree and you couldn't afford them and neither can I so..."
I got enough chocolate to send me into a diabetic coma, despite telling everyone I've stopped eating any chocolate except dark 90%. I've been giving it away to the people at the flats.
Yeah, I know, it's the thought that counts.
J did the chickens today because there was zero public transport going West out of Bristol city.
The chickens got out for an hour. I know how cold it is there at the moment so J gets hero points for enduring it for a bit over an hour. J was shocked by the rat damage to the coop.
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