It’s done, it’s over and the relief on my offsprings faces is more than apparent.
Santa has sodded back off to Lapland and is currently detoxing after consuming an almost deadly excessive mix of whiskey, beer, milk and cookies, mince pies, and biscuits all in one night and Rudolph is laid in the stable
It has not been the best of days,
We are ready for Christmas, the presents are wrapped, the turkey is waiting for its moment of glory and the chocolates are waiting to be scoffed.
We are not regular churchgoers, there are many reasons as to why this is but I don’t think this blog is the best place for me to start a debate on the philosophy of religion.
I woke up this morning desperately ill, my hands were twitching, my brain rapidly racing, my feet were hop-ing and non lucid ideas were flowing through my head.