Okay, not really. But you have to admit, as far as headlines go it’s a much better attention grabber than Merry Christmas.
So, now that I have your attention, I would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas. And If you don’t celebrate Christmas I hope you’re enjoying a bit of downtime from the usual working week.
Speaking of working, that’s exactly what I’m doing today. If fact, I’m away at the ‘day job’ until the 29th of December.
It’s not all bad though. Santa has been and I have chocolate.
I won’t be posting photos because then you would see how much chocolate and you’d know what a total gannet I am when I mention in tomorrow’s post that I’ve eaten my entire Christmas stash.
“Oh no we won’t!”
“Oh yes you will!”
OMG, pantomime! Stop me now before this post descends into a rant about weird festive traditions. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, Wikipedia defines it thus. Though, unless you’ve actually been to one, that probably won’t help at all.
Moving swiftly along, Santa brought me some money too. Oh no he didn’t. Okay, okay, he didn’t! But I do have money (thanks Mom and Dad) and I have plans for it too.
I’m going to get me one of these babies, the Gymboss Interval Timer. Yes, it’s time to take myself in hand and finally ditch the excess weight that I’m still blaming on the glandular fever four years after the fact.
It’s also going to help turn me into a lean, mean fighting machine. I hope. And if my Sensei happens to be reading this (as if) he’s just choked on his Christmas sherry. (Seriously though, if you really are reading this, Osu! Merry Christmas, and I sincerely hope you recover in time for the return to training in the New Year.)
By the way, if anyone is planning to eat that whole Christmas pudding I mentioned in the headline, you might want a Gymboss too.
Ooh, I just received an email with photographic evidence that I am missing all the Christmas fun, me being at work and all. Nice one family. Thank you very much. I’m glad you’re coping and managing to have a good time without me 😉
At least I’ll be home in time to get drunk for New Year. Ha, as if. I’m usually in bed by 9pm on New Year’s Eve. Which is really quite bizarre considering that any other night of the year I can be found raking around until well after midnight.
Such is the enigma that is me.
And now I have to go and cook stuffing for the first time in my life. Thank goodness Paxo has easy to follow instructions.