Catching up!

At last the Christmas cards have gone! All except one (isn’t that always the way?!), because I’m an idiot who didn’t copy the new address into my black book. They sent me one of those ‘new home’ cards earlier in the year, and it sat in the back of my black book for months getting bashed about within my handbag. But then it vanished, and now it’s Christmas. What a crappy friend I am! But then, they could have put their new address on the back of their card to help out dipsticks like me. I suppose I could call, but they’re not really my friends, they’re the BH’s, so shouldn’t he do it? I’m making excuses. I suppose I could send an e-card…

Other news includes: sickness. Yes, the kids are ill AGAIN. S and P (so far), with a vomiting bug. It started this morning when S rushed into our bedroom and woke me, shouting she was going to throw-up.

Luckily the BH woke up and went to the rescue as I don’t do sick. I can’t do sick. It’s the sound, though the smell doesn’t help. Between the two it sets me off. Seriously. I start throwing-up along with whoever started the vomiting party. The BH saw it in motion when I was twenty-one, when I was trying to help my brother’s girlfriend. It must have been a sight to behold, as to this day he doesn’t argue or gripe* that it’s always him on sick duty. (*much)

And anyway, there was a silver lining, it got him out of the Christmas food shop! But I’m not allowed to comment on that, because S threw up all morning in various parts of the house, and the BH said I didn’t deserve a mince-pie because he had the worst morning – so if I take the mickey, I’ll never get a mince-pie!

But I wasn’t walking in the park this morning, either. I was facing the final Christmas present shop in town. Except I got desperate for the loo and gave up before hitting the last store, and so shall have to pop into town again later this week. You may be wondering why I didn’t use a public toilet. Or maybe you’re not as I know there are plenty of people who won’t, but I will, when desperate. But this morning I couldn’t. Too many bags you see. I had been counting them (to make sure I didn’t leave any in a shop when paying) but lost count after twelve, and instead concentrated on ignoring the pain in my hands.

I’d forgotten what it’s like to have your arms feel like they’re being tortured and your palms sliced open. And why do some retailers have bags with the handles in the wrong place? When the gift goes in, it lies the wrong way and bashes your leg at the same time. Well, maybe not if you’re holding just a couple of bags, but if you’ve got more bags than a tree has baubles, it gets bloody annoying. Especially when you need to pee but know you couldn’t get in a stall because of all the damn bags!

But I mustn’t bitch about the bags because I like not pushing a buggy and they were holding all the presents, and I did well too. Got myself some perfume – or rather I got the BH some perfume to give me – Be Delicious by DKNY, yummy smell. But I wish perfume didn’t cost so much! I wish I could have several so I could pick and choose what I wanted to smell like each day. Which reminds me, our lottery draw is today and I went overboard and bought a ticket. Been a few years since I’ve done that – and you only need one, right? Actually it’s kind of a shame the draw is today as I’ve been letting myself have warm fuzzy dreams about what I would spend the money on. Not that it’s a huge amount of money, but with a population of less than a hundred thousand, what do you expect? But it’d be enough to make me smile, and the day-dreams have been fun! It’s Daisy’s fault, as we get to hear about mind boggling amounts of money with the lottery she sometimes plays. But she hasn’t won yet either. And thinking of Daisy makes me think of cookies too, and I really want to bake some – so I should get out of here and make an effort!