How did your Christmases go?
I must have been very good this year because I got some very lovely presents. However my Christmas day wasn’t that great.
My mum had a fight with her boyfriend the night before, decided she missed my dad too much, drank herself silly and spent the day in bed. My sister and I had to cook the dinner. Let’s just say that it wasn’t the tastiest dinner ever.
I’m having a really odd time of it. Can’t seem to shake this depressed feeling I’ve got.
Hmmm. Sorry for whining!
…makes Tink a grumpy lady.
Not happy, it’s the fifth time since March that our boiler has packed up. I’m paying rent for a house I can’t live in at the moment and am having to live with Prince Charming. Much as I love that, I don’t love wasting money.
Me = grumpy
However, it is only 2 more sleeps until Christmas, I don’t have to be back in the office until the 5th January and I plan to spend a lot of time catching up on sleep over the break.
Plus, I’ve had a week of pretty much free booze at work. Love it!
I’m utterly exhausted at the moment. Haven’t had the energy to blog. Can’t wait for the Christmas break. Can’t make sentences very well and don’t really have the mental capacity to say anything anywhere near intelligent so forgive me whilst I have a little rant.
It’s not just work. Prince Charming’s business is struggling and I’m feeling the pressure to support him, I don’t mind doing it at all, I will do anything I can to help him and if it means listening when needed I happily do it. It’s just quite a pressure.
Added to that is that Prince Charming’s best friend’s mum has terminal cancer. She is like a second mum to Prince Charming and he’s – understandably – taking it hard. I’ve tried to encourage him to go and see her but I think he’s pushing it to the back of his mind. I just don’t want him to leave it too late. He fell out with his best friend and wasn’t in touch for a long while. I think he’s feeling pretty guilty about it. Again, I just want to do anything I can but it’s bringing back memories of my Dad and making me so sad. I’m crying now. I do it in secret though, don’t want Prince Charming to think that I’m making this about me, or that he can’t share for fear of upsetting me. Again pressure.
Finally, I found out on Wednesday that one of my very good friends from uni has testicular cancer. He caught it early and is going to be fine but he’s having his last round of chemo this week and I know that he’s going to feel just awful. I wish someone I love didn’t have to go through it all. It makes me sad for him that he has to go through it.
I’ve said it before but I really do try to think of everything happening for a reason but when you here these awful stories about how cancer – and the treatment for it – ravages people it’s very hard to see what the reasoning is. Everything’s so sad at the moment!
And then I have to go into work and pretend that I care about something that is really, in the grand scheme of things, meaningless.
More cheerful, festive post coming as soon as I get that festive feeling back.
So my boiler broke on Sunday – one of the coldest days of the year. Fabulous. Water pouring down from the boiler on to the electrical sockets in the kitchen. Marvellous.
Apparently it was fixed yesterday but by the temperature in the house tonight I’m not betting on it.
On a more cheerful note, I popped to Oxford Street this evening to get a couple of pressies. Bought something for Prince Charming and my secret santa present for work. I picked the woman at work who was bullying me for a while there. I tried to get her something that she’d like hoping that karma rewards me for being nice to someone who’s horrid.
Oxford Street was lovely, very Christmassy but not enough carols for my liking.
We’re putting the Christmas tree up at home tomorrow. Can’t wait. Decorations. Mulled wine. Christmas songs. We’re going to have it all!
Yay!
