I've had the best few days, I'm behind with everything because of this wee crazy bastard. My husband has told me that lately, it's taking us 2 hours to watch a 30 minute programme, because I'm too busy watching some lunatic woman banging on about Christmas.
The Christmas eve boxes, my god, I can't fucking breathe! The bed. The fucking bed, I'm suprised its not in the downstairs flat, with all that shit, there's a pissing cat carrier under there ffs. This is apparently not a paradoy account. This is not a TV programme. Yet I feel we should be paying for this content, but it's free. It's been a week, ma lovelies. Who knows what will tomorrow will bring. I'm thinking a giant sleigh to go in the hallway. A bespoke santa plate to leave cookies on. A wee milk bottle for Santa to drink.