… that’s all over.
Normality has started to resume.
I have eaten my own body weight in sausage rolls and mince pies and have drunk myself silly with all the beer from my advent calendar.
I am currently working my way through all the Christmas programmes recorded on the TiVo (started on the Christmas Lectures last night.. ugh, gory), and I couldn’t resist watching The Magnificent Seven, for the upteenth time.
All the Christmas cards have been taken down and disposed of (although, following the Royal Mail strikes, I suspect we may get a few more yet).
The Christmas tree has been dismantled, boxed up and stowed away back in the loft for another year.
All I need to do now, is take a trip up to the Tidy Tip, to dispose of half a ton of cardboard and wrapping paper.
And then I need to ready myself for the New Year festivities.
Please God, make it stop.
You’re a better man than I (we) am (are). Our decs are still up but will be down before Twelfth Night. I too have eaten your bodyweight in sausage rolls and mince pies. 🙂 No recorded TV to work through though, but millions* of books to be read. Thinking about getting the bike out tomorrow for a trundle around the area. That counts as physical exercise, yes?
*may possibly be a slight exaggeration
If it had a kickstarter, it would.