Ugh.

The shopping went well yesterday. Masses of prezzies bought - which wasn't the easiest thing as I had to plan my day around where the nearest public toilets were.

WhileI was doing the santa thing, Charlie was off geting the last of the groceries in, so now our poor fridge is groaning under the weight of several dozen apples, oranges, pears and bananas (OK, bananas don't do well in the fridge, they're sitting on the top). Even if we wanted to, there's no bloody room to buy any more food.

That's the last time I'll mention food for a while, promise.

I tell you what though, I could really do with changing the channel on the TV and not hearing the words "Christmas Special". Really. Well, until seven o'clock tomorrow night, anyway.