OH MY GOSH, CHRISTMAS.

Do you know what day it is?

Christmas Eve. The EVE of CHRISTMAS.

Yes, my lovely readers. It is indeed Christmas tomorrow.

I went to meet Vicky in town today to exchange Christmas presents and general pleasantries. We went to Starbucks for a much needed coffee (it was a late night and I'd woken up barely an hour before). It's safe to say that I wasn't entirely awake (sober) as I ordered my "White Flat" or as I ascended the stairs, spilling most of my "White Flat" on to the saucer that I was thoughtfully provided with. I wasn't the only one making a fool of myself today though! In the short time we were there, two people seemed to forget how to climb a staircase and fell. On their faces. One was holding a cup of coffee, which they managed to keep relatively intact despite the "face plant", as I believe it's called. Everyone tittered.

We found Timmy and Eleanor lurking in another Starbucks down the road and Timmy, Chris and myself were dragged on to the big merry-go-round outside John Lewis. Got to say, I didn't hear many complaints from Chris as he mounted his horse. I think he liked it the best. Sadly, he was torn away from us after that; he had to go back home for lunch. We said a teary farewell to him and wandered in to Mothercare for comfort. Naturally, shenanigans ensued. Vicky and I hunted down maternity clothes for Harriet (who isn't pregnant to Ludlow's child, although we like to pretend she is), while Eleanor cooed over small clothes for children. Timmy stood awkwardly, looking like a paedophile. He wasn't particularly happy when we started measuring maternity bras against his "breasts". You know, those breasts that he has. Timmy's breasts.

Moving on.

Timmy and Eleanor managed to escape from us when we went in to Marks and Spencers. So instead, me and Vicky went and made friends with the "Extra Large Chickens". After all, isn't it nice to have friends to rely upon? A shoulder to cry upon? (8)

MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVLIES.

Jasm xxxx