It's a universally held truth that the last of week of work before Christmas should involve light filing duties, excessive consumption of mince pies, playing elf bowling when nobody important is watching and 3 hour lunch breaks. Due to some rip in the cosmic time parallel continuum (or something suitably inexplicable) we both ended up being hideously busy. We performed the required tasks with the glad and happy hearts you would expect from such dedicated professionals.
Bloke won an iPod touch. So we've both won iPods this year, but his is way better than mine. Honestly not jealous, honest, no, really I'm not. After first deleting the email telling him he'd won, thankfully nice lady phoned and asked where he wanted it delivered. So now he has a lovely new gadget for Christmas, forget it Santa, those socks look way lame now.
I had a night out and bailed at 6.30pm after decided that drinking was no fun. (Never thought I'd see the day, ahh old age doesn't come itself ehh). Hangovers and toddlers are not a happy mix.
So here we both sit on a Saturday night watching Sonic Youth (or Sonic Yuff if you're down with the kids) on the Arts channel (hell I love digital telly!)
Old fartyness I embrace you!
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