The Dreaded Christmas Party

As I write this I feel as if today has been one of the biggest achievements in my life as I have just made it to the end of the day. Every excuse in the world went through my head this morning trying to conjure up fantasies of why I shouldn’t go to work, but I did it, I went in, and actually worked! The day after the Christmas party…

The part of my day that wasn’t filled with the pure desperation for my bed was spent laughing myself to tears re living the antics of the evening. Ollys brilliantly purchased gangster necklace with a leopard head on it, and the fact that the people on the table next to us were convinced he was our pimp! I got given a sewing kit as representation of my passion to sew (not that I have for a VERY long time.) After lunch and cabaret shenanigans we headed back to Soho to commandeer Bar Soho with our sheer mass of number. Managed to get a go on Michals new specs which made me feel like Twitch from So You Think You Can Dance which pleased me muchly.

All in all not that dreaded this year. I managed to make my exit before making a complete arse of myself, well at least making it clear to everyone that Michal's teaching cane was by far the best gift ever and everyone should have one in the bedroom. But I am sure my work colleagues have heard worse from my drunken lips. At an end to the year, at least now I have two weeks clear of not even thinking or imagining about work. So Christmas tunes on, bags to be packed, fingers crossed flight takes off and some unbareable mothering heading in my direction, I fucking love Christmas.