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And I guess I should write stuff. Probably. Like resolutions. And stuff. Or do my one and a bit months overdue 25 before 25 of which I may meet half but this year I’m trying to be a bit more realistic. More age, more goals, apparently. I’m not going to review the 12 before 24 because I’m a wimp.
But first I’m going to talk about stuff because that’s kind of what this blog is about… me waffling on about my life and maybe some people possibly reading it and thinking I’m a bit cool. Maybe. Probably not, though.
I don’t think I wrote about Christmas other than the carol post… so yeah. It was nice. Dinner was lovely. I got loads of socks, which is rad, and also some well-chosen books. My Aunt and Uncle got me some lovely books: Moominpapa and the Sea, the Sherlock casebook, the Hyrule Historia, and a Moomins comic compilation. Also Brutus played in the paper and it was adorbs.
I was a bit sad because my brother wasn’t there – it’s weird when people start to make their own families. But that’s ok, because I think we’ll have Christmas together another year, and it will be the same as before.
Christmas dinner was lovely. Mum didn’t even burn the parsnips this time (like almost every time). There’s something about a proper Christmas dinner that is essential to my being. I have to have one at least once a year if not more. More is better but you know… We also burnt these cool candles that had red wax coming from the inside but the outsides were green:
Karen and Lucy came over on Boxing Day to have Christmas sarnies, or rather paninis, since Karen brought her panini press. I was overcome with sandwich love and hubris and made a really big sandwich:
This was clearly a mistake. Here it is, in all its glory:
As I ate it, it fell apart in moist, horribly, hubris-ey glory. Or hamartia. Or whatever.
I also hung out a lot with Brutus (and Artie, who is harder to photograph) who made this stunning face:
He really is the most charming cat.
Also Dad’s gone to South Africa for.. a while. For months. So I’m living with mum to make sure everything is OK there – it’s difficult to live in a whole house on your own.
Anyways, I’ve spent several days (weeks) on this post so I’m just going to post it with an abrupt finish.