The christmas bug bit me so hard this christmas just gone that I couldn’t even be bothered to go to the christmas market in Brussels. I’ve been enough times and everything is terribly over-priced. It used to be fun, but now it’s more of a chore. Perhaps I’ll feel more christmassy next year, but I highly doubt it. It may have been our last christmas spent with the girls, although I can still imagine Tatiana hanging around next year. We’ll see.
It’s time to take down the decorations which involve the removal of 3 candles, although, knowing me, they’ll stay there all year unless the de-cluttering bug gets the better of me. The Twat is no longer wallowing in Deep Heat and my hands no longer stink of the stuff. The poor man was in so much pain that he couldn’t take his inhalers for his asthma properly, but he seems to be well on the mend.
The new year was spent eating and watching TV until some silly time in the morning, the children were out and at midnight we did a tour of the block to see the fireworks going off in people’s gardens. Only we were a bit late and missed them all.
The girls start their exams this week and Todd goes back to boarding school. Before I know it, it will be 23 January, the day Coralie goes for her stage, working in a hotel in Tenerife for 4 months, the lucky girl. I hope that her boyfriend gets to visit her and they use the chance to visit Morocco, because if he doesn’t, I may very well empty my money box and get there myself.
As for me, I’ll be job-hunting. It kills time, if nothing else.
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Ooh yeh, it was party party party in our home.
My mother slept in front of the tv. I watched the movie. The mosquitoes feasted.
The Tenerife sounds supa-cool. Life in them there islands ain’t too bad if you have a good job.
Here in Vatoville, we listen to the mexicans shoot guns into the air in celebration of the new year. It’s against the law, of course (a child was killed as a result of this stupid practice), and it’s not real fun hunkering down under the bed for the duration, but….
Anyway, Happy New Year, Zoe. That’s the best I can do.
We were so busy watching ‘Yes Minister’ DVDs that we forgot about the fireworks – and the New Year coming in. It’s soooo exciting being old. D and O are doing exams this week too, but I’m the one that’s stressed about them.