• Getting stuck in the supermarket on Xmas Eve after forgetting something essential - like cheese, or a last-minute present. (Though not this year.)
• Colluding with my brother to buy our mum a present.
• Buying myself more than anyone else. Hey, I deserve it.
• Going mental in the crowds when present-shopping. Note to self: go to Victoria again next year, it’s not as busy as Croydon or Oxford Street but has all the usual shops.
• Mum’s cake. The best in the world. She makes me my own mini cake, without the raisins.
• Housework.
• Random Santa sightings. (Saw two skinny Santas on their way to a footie match on Saturday.)
• Carol singers in Croydon.
• Charity workers with Santa hats.
• Turkey (but I prefer it on Boxing Day, when my mum fries the leftover meat.) We’ll also have brussel sprouts, stuffing, salad, potatoes, and rice & peas.
• Quality Street chocs. My faves are the coconut one and the one in the purple wrapper with the peanut and caramel filling.
• Family movies. My Fair Lady always shows at Xmas. This morning I caught a few minutes of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
• Extended family. We’re expecting a few relatives around for dinner and the usual. My uncle and brother will play Playstation/X-Box games. I’m sure that someone will tell me how fat I am.
• A visit to my Grandma. I visited her briefly yesterday to give her a present (a massage mat). I’m not sure that she’ll use it, but I tried.
• Presents. I don’t usually get many, and nowadays people tend to give me money instead. I like to give a great present though. I guess that’s why I’m always spending money on myself - people never buy me anything I’d really like.
• Xmas text messages from old friends.

Written by PJ | Posted in my life

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