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!
