The Eve and D-Day

It is finally Christmas Day, and I am not too pleased about it. In a week, the lights will be coming down with the trees, and I never like it. Christmas Day is one day when everything becomes boring. Especially when I haven;t had a good Christmas Eve like last night. I guess I should have stayed in, but decided to make an effort, for my sake, and for the Mister's sake, so we proceeded to cross the island from South to Extreme North just to be able to have an early Christmas breakfast in style. Yeah right. I was sick until we got there, but still decided to brave it out. The I was terribly, horribly, sick on the way back, and I don't think the Mister appreciated it very much. Of course he said all the right words, did all the right things, but I suspect cleaning a car of whatever my guts decided to throw out at 5 in the morning wasn't very nice. And I didn't even drink. Anybody who saw me clearing my gut contents out in the middle of roads must have thought, Ah ok, serves her right for going heavy on the booze. That is how it looked, but that wasn't how it actually happened. I only drank a small glass of orange juice, not really something to call the cops about. What a flipping mess. Well come Christmas Day, I have woken up with all the sickness gone but with the lethargy of someone who has doubled his dose of hypnotics. I also notice that I haven't had any Christmas presents, the wrapped up kind. I got a whole lot of presents in the Euro denomination, so I shouldn't complain. But it is because people think I do not appreciate gifts, is it because they think they don't know my tastes, or is it because they think I am very difficult to please? I just don't know, but I have missed tearing off Christmas wrappers this year. Well I guess I shouldn't grumble, because money talks, although my money never stays with me long enough to learn the alphabet in phonetics, let alone string a sentence. Or perhaps my money has learning difficulties but not expressive difficulties. Whatever it is, I am just thankful that I decided to give my fur coat a miss yesterday night. That would have been impossible to stick in the washing machine.