Feeling smug

I have just come back from Oxford Street on a rare lunchbreak and am proud to say I have finished my Christmas shopping. Completely. Done. Dusted. Over.

Now all I have to do is wrap all the stuff - one of my least favourite jobs. It starts off all nice and neat, but by the end I am so bored I am literally stuffing things into wrapping paper and winding sellotape round it. I think my boredom threshold is at its lowest when it comes to wrapping presents at Christmas.

Every year I vow not to get caught up in the Christmas nightmare. But every year I fail miserably.

I have a week off next week and it is going to be a week of utter dullness. But I cannot wait! Wrapping presents, icing Christmas cakes and just messing about the house. Oh and praying that my lazy hens lay some eggs.

See you in a week!