...yeah, you know that one. This isn't it. That would be too much of a cliché.
It's been a peculiar kind of Christmas Eve. My Lady and I exchanged presents yesterday (although apparently there is a stocking waiting at work for me, for the morning) and today I have hardly left the house. Again. I did think that it might be nice to go for a Christmas pint this evening but that lasted a whole 15 minutes.
On medical advice, I haven't let a drop of alcohol pass my lips all week. From the first mouthful this evening I could tell that it should have stayed that way. Beamish Stout, while yummy, isn't the strongest drink in the world but as soon as I started on my pint tonight I felt my head swimming. For a second I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was going to pass out. The feeling passed soon enough but I didn't enjoy it at all. It took any kind of enjoyment out of the pub for me this evening and I drained my glass as quickly as I dared and came back home.
Work have laid on taxis to get staff in an out tomorrow - yes, I'm working on Christmas Day again. There's an upside to it - I get a Christmas dinner this year, For free, too! And once I get tomorrow done I have another day off as well. This does mean, though, that I have to get up and go to work tomorrow, so I'd better draw this Christmas Eve to a close.
May I wish you all blessings of the season and may your God, whatever you perceive him (or her) to be, smile on you tonight, tomorrow and light your roads. Merry Christmas!
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Hope that the two of you can meet over Christmas. And I hope you're completely recovered soon too.
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