It's Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve!

So, here we are, a week before Christmas, and I'm attempting to sort out the "visits" to the family. Ooh, it's a right ol' pain. I've got to see so-and-so on this day, but this-person isn't available until then so I'll have to go and see that-person instead and work my way around, but I can fit relatives X, Y and Z in all on one day. Arg! I'm slowly shifting towards the idea of posting them all a photo of me, and saying "that's good enough", you know, what most people say when the pick up a present for someone when Christmas shopping?

No, honestly, I do love going to see people over Christmas, it's just so much fuss organising it, especially when there's so much other stuff to do: I've got to finish my Christmas shopping in person as Amazon apparently don't sell everything, I've got to build a wardrobe and an office desk, I have some more work to do (I know, I know), I have four hundred and eleventy ten Christmas cards to write, I have to arrange for my car to be fixed as some w~?#{r reversed into it a while ago, and only a week to do it in. And it's now started snowing.

Still, as I have no children, my whinging will probably not go down well with some people, who right now will be saying the words"Oh", then "boo" and "hoo". For example, I don't need to come up with a convincing argument as to how I managed to use the exact same wrapping-paper as Santa, nor do I have to try and be all clever by leaving shoe-prints across the carpet from the chimney to the tree (HA, like they'll believe that) only to then leave the sugar and sieve out because I was too damn tired to put them away. Plus, all the screaming and shouting will leave me wishing for a non-Christmas break to get over the Christmas break.

But, despite this, I will probably enjoy it all. I mean, more food than I could eat (even as leftovers), lots of shiny new stuff that is of no real meaning to my life other than it's shiny (and therefore better), clear roads, the joy of watching your friends, family and colleagues get very drunk and injure themselves while they try and impress you, plus it's the time when the people who fall into your "I'm unsure about them" category will be really nice to you, and you to them, for no other discernible reason than it's the end of the year. What's not to like about all that?

So, I shall begin my countdown to the time that I am hunched over some new piece of wonderful technology, performing two very important tasks: desperately trying to fathom how it works, and doing my best to give the impression that I actually know how it works, to avoid that awkward moment every male faces when someone has to show him how it actually works, and it's not actually an expensive paperweight.

But for today, merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve!

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