It’s my day off and therefore it’s time to erect the tree (haha, I said erect.)
Yes, we have a fake tree. It’s just a tad less messy, I don’t have to try and keep it alive, there’s no bugs in it and, to be honest, I don’t actually like the smell of pine all that much. So it was time to drag the tree coffin down from the loft and start playing with colour coded metal and plastic before getting so fed up that I want to tear my hair out.
Let’s put it in perspective though. It’s been a long day. At 6.30am, I woke up to a lot of commotion as my parents (who I still live with because I’m poor) had discovered our bathroom ceiling was about ready to fall through. The boiler tank in the loft had sprung a leak and when we peeled back the insulation… I’m surprised there wasn’t ducks swimming in the pond that had formed in our rafters.
Merry Christmas. Here, have a leaky roof.
The ceiling was still more stable than my sanity after being bombarded by tinsel and creepy Santas.
I got tangled in garlands, covered in glitter, cut myself on fairy lights (because apparently you can do that) and got incredibly frustrated over the placement of my lanterns. #FirstWorldProblems.
A highlight of my day was an unexpected visit from my friend, who just wanted to drop a DVD back that I had leant to her (it was a recording of the Broadway production of Shrek: the Musical, which she wanted to watch after we worked with an ex-Princess Fiona.) She also dropped off a christmas card for me, which was incredibly sweet. That girl has most definitely got her festive sh*t together. What was even nicer was that she made it herself and the front of the card was actually a christmas ornament that she had crocheted for me! How sweet is that?! Gah, her creativity puts me to shame.
Packet cards for everyone, love me.
I have some incredibly talented, generous and wonderful friends.