Well, it’s taken another peppermint mocha, consumption of satsumas and the snow currently blanketing the UK, but it’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
It was definitely helped by my lovely weekend, which was a mix of Singstar, Rock Band and flavoured vodka at a friend’s birthday, mulled wine and Christmas cake at another friend’s, a beautiful walk in the snow, and S whipping up one of the nicest chicken and mushroom pies I’ve ever eaten.
We were also victorious in the Christmas-themed Sunday night pub quiz – bring it on, £47 first prize! – and, in a slightly larger competition, Kara Tointon was victorious in Strictly Come Dancing which I was very pleased with. Pamela may have got the perfect score, but the constant referencing to her age (61) and her husband (Billy Connolly) was driving me slowly insane.
So now there are only three working days left, two of which I am completely alone in the office for, so I think we can predict now the balance between work actually achieved v. eating of chocolates and playing of Yetisports. Gifts are wrapped, stollen and Harvey’s Bristol Cream have been purchased and Love Actually is set to be recorded. Bring on the yule!
* Actually, the weather forecast just said the West Country’s not expected to have an actual White Christmas, but eh, a few days before is good enough for me.