Firstly, I’d like to apologies about not posting yesterday. I had everything planned but life got in the way, and honestly, I just needed my bed, a hot chocolate and a couple of hours to feel sorry for myself. BUT, to redeem myself, I’ll be posting what I had planned this Sunday, so stay tuned you little darlings.
Anyway. Christmas. As you may already have guessed, I am a complete lover of everything festive, and the best things about Christmas, are just the best things. Basically. Christmas lights, warm fires, hot drinks, cosy pyjamas… you know the drill. But every year, and in true British style, there are always things to moan about during the Christmas season. So here’s a couple. Just incase you were feeling a bit too happy.
Having to buy your sister’s husband’s sister’s boyfriend’s cousin a present. Literally, do we have to?
Shops basically being The Hunger Games. If you haven’t been to M&S lately then enter with caution because it’s bloody madness.
‘Gino and Mel Do Christmas’, being daytime TV. Do they not understand that I have to go to work?! The working world want to know how to make apple and cranberry stuffing too Gino! Not impressed.
Mariah Carey. Nah, I don’t care what she wants for Christmas. I can’t cope.
The expectation to be social and merry. I myself hold this expectation around Christmas. We should all be up and about, in the pub, or snuggled up with bae with a bottle of wine, or shopping in London with friends and basically seizing the day. But it’s hard work and after spending money on buying christmas party outfits and a gazillion presents, then it just doesn’t leave you with a whole lot to be sociable. And then we end up snuggled in our onesie, eating a whole box of Quality Streets to ourself, contemplating Christmas Caroling to earn some extra money just to get us to a cosy pub for some fancy mulled wine, so that our Instagram followers don’t think that we are losers.
Phew, glad I got that off my chest. I can now go back to eating everything with Candy Canes and watching Elf on repeat. Don’t judge me.
What gets you in a Humbug over Christmas?
ps. here is my niece being all moody for me.