Bloody love Christmas.

No feeling is comparable to Christmas.  From mid December, every day feels like the last day of term, when the only items on the syllabus are watching videos and colouring in dot-to-dot Rudolphs.  All other rules go straight out the window and it is acceptable to do things that, for the other 351 days of the year, are out of the question.  Chocolate for breakfast, porn star martinis for lunch and bright pink cracker hats at every dinner are considered perfectly normal.

I’m going to be really cheesy (plenty of that too) and quote from Dickens’…

‘“I don’t know what to do!” cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”

Sums up how most of us feel at Christmas, mostly due to the copious amounts of alcohol!

Twixmas is that funny bit between Christmas and New Year, when most sensible people are off work and other less sensible people (me) have chosen to go into the office.  (At least we’ll get a seat on the train and a chance to file that huge stack of paper, go us!)  The Christmas celebrations are over, things are gradually returning to normal.  As you may have guessed, I have fallen disastrously Off Plan, sorry Slimming World.  But I am chomping at the bit to get back to it.  I am already “over” Christmas for this year, looking forward to the renewed emphasis on healthiness that January will inevitably bring.

But first, New Year’s Eve celebrations….!

Enjoy the break and hope you had a fantastic Christmas!

L x