So I was going to come back on Christmas Eve and leave messages of seasons greetings and the like. Unfortunately work was so goddamn boring that I lost the will to live and couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to come back to Diaryland. Instead I played virtual snooker on my pc, sat on Charlie's (guy from work) lap and we played 'lets see how many times we can spin on the chair before Fair' falls off', we played lets try and pull H off her her chair, and I ate about a million chocolates.
Still we got let out at 2pm so then I toddled off home (well to the parentals home) and sat in my room singing along with the radio and wrapping the last few Christmas presents (do you have any idea how difficult it is to wrap a table lamp that hasn't come in a box??!)
Bee and I headed into Ilford later that evening and quite an interesting time was had. We started off at O'Neills and bumped into one of Bee's friends from school, then we headed down to our usual hang out 'Que Pasa' but there were too many sleazy men in there and the DJ kept embarassing us over the mic while we were trying to have a boogie...talk about draw attention to us and it was only 9.30pm! So we knocked back a shot and the last of our drinks and toddled back to O'Neills.
Bee then pulled a gym instructor with huge biceps called Gary, I met someone who was spookily like my ex Danny (aka Dime) and even more scarily was called Danny. He gave me his phone number and said he hoped I would call...not sure if I want to or not though. Then I got asked out by the cute(ish) barman who gives me free drinks. Apparently he wants to take me out in the new year,a nd although we didn't swap numbers or anything he said we would sort it out next time I go in there. Again, not sure if I want to but the wife keeps telling me I should like everyone so maybe I should call Danny and should go out with the cute(ish) barman.
Hmmm...something to ponder today me thinks!
Anyway, Christmas Day and Boxing Day were pretty chaotic with my niece and nephew running around. My sis-in-law fell down the stairs Christmas morning, and being 8 months pregnant my bro went into hyper-panic mode. She's ok though, just bumped her back a bit. I think my bro was just really worried in case it made her go into labour or something...still no Christmas baby for us thankfully.
Ah well, I guess I have rambled enough and seeing as I have been in work for almost an hour now and done absolutely nothing (although I only have about half an hour's work to last me till 2pm anyway) I think I should go look busy and eat my cornflakes!