Bah, humbug

Well the shopping is shopped, the presents are wrapped, the cards are written (apart from the neighbours which I do about 5 o'clock on Christmas Eve, traditionally) and all is well.

All I have to do is boil Theo's eggs for his egg mayonnaise sandwiches and cook Ysabella's sausages and that's Christmas lunch sorted.

All I need to worry about now are the exams and assessments that are due straight after Christmas. Grrrrrr.

Although there is another thing that is blighting my Christmas. For years he was postioned on the lamp post at the end of our road. Last year he was at the bottom of Station Road. For some bizarre reason, this year, he was outside the Methodist church, and then, mysteriously he was gone and replaced by a flashing Christmas bauble.

Wanking Santa has disappeared and I'm gutted.