Do you like that title? Because it’s Boxing Day? Even though actual Boxing Day has nothing to do with pugilism and everything to do with… I’m not sure what. Wait, let me check. Oh. Okay here we go. Boxing Day has everything to do with presenting a Christmas Box to your servants because God knows putting up with you all year means they frickin deserve your old clothes and leftover Christmas dinner.
Anyway. Christmas has come and gone and so I can share with you what we have done for the past couple of days, aside from crying like women. So let’s see, shall we?
On Christmas Eve, we woke up bright and early and headed to the shops to finish up some last-minute Christmas shopping. We needed potatoes, man. Who doesn’t need potatoes? Potatoes are a festive necessity.
After that off we went to my parents’, where my siblings and their children had all gathered. We ate a festive feast and then got down to the present-opening. I have to say we made out pretty well — meaning that this year, we got things that we asked for, not things like, say, one time when I was 12 and got some oxy pads in my stocking. THANKS SANTA. Plus everyone seems to have enjoyed their gifts from us so that is a bonus.
When we got home, we didn’t really feel like setting up our tree, so we didn’t. And still haven’t. Grinchy? Yeah, that’s us. Instead we lolled about and then decided screw Christmas morning, we were opening our gifts for each other now. Rob 100% surprised me with a Gorillapod, something I’d been looking at and planning to get, but never justifying enough to actually purchase it. You should’ve seen me, running around attaching the camera to everything. It was a tonne of fun. Plus I got some really clear low-light photos which never happens.
I will let Rob tell you about my gifts for him because at the moment I’ve consumed about half a pitcher of sangria and don’t want to get into it. Why is it that I haven’t had a drink in almost a year, and then the holidays hit and every evening is cocktail hour? Christmas Eve was Sprite and black cherry vodka. Yesterday was Bailey’s and hot chocolate. Today it’s sangria.
I have a cold, though, so the orange juice in my sangria is good for me. It’s medicinal.
Yesterday was Christmas Day so I poked around on the Internet and Rob did the same and we called our various loved ones to wish them a good one and then we watched various Christmas movies and then some of Ricky Gervais’ standup and we ate turkey (I totally cooked the giblet bag inside the turkey for like, the first hour. Have you ever reached into a hot turkey with your bare hand? I don’t recommend it) and jiggs dinner and stuffing (although I didn’t actually stuff the turkey I just cooked it on the side) until our faces fell off the fronts of our heads.
And today? Today Rob is back to work and I am on the sofa feeling still full of turkey and my dad just phoned and that is all I have to say right now so goodbye, I hope you had a good couple of days, you should let me know.