I bloody love Xmas, I’d keep my tree up all tear round if Arron would let me, I don’t buy into the whole bad luck thing, funnily enough.
22nd December I was at Burton A&E, exactly the same time as 2018, having the same x-Ray done on my left foot. Yep. The boot is back.
Christmas Day was actually lovely, I made Arron dress up as Santa, but Lolaah & George wouldn’t wake up so Arron stood outside from 6am-7am looking like a weirdo....
Dinner at my parents was lovely, the champagne flowed, there was barely any arguing, but then man flu hit me like a sledge hammer.
Fuck my actual life
I was looking forward to a Boxing Day night out, instead I spent the day alone ( it’s the one day of the year Arron actually likes going out so I wasn’t about to stop him ). I got up twice, to feed the guys.
One person text me all day to see if I was ok.
I did not leave my bed for days, maybe a week?
Xmas ruined. I was so angry with myself, the flu and my bastard left foot, again.
2020 had better be better,
Who am I kidding,
Fuck sake.
Who the fuck was I in a previous life
OR
Shit, I deserve this ?
