So far, my week off work has primarily been spent watching the US TV series, Hannibal. It was recommended to me by work colleagues, who also lent me the DVDs. I was warned that it was addictive. They were not wrong. Season one has nearly been done, with another two to go. I’ve probably seen far too many bloody deaths than is healthy and when eating meat, can’t help but wonder if it really is chicken or pork, and not something more sinister…
So the 50 year old question, relating to the 1966 World Cup Final between England and West Germany has finally been answered. According to the super computer, used by Sky Sports, Geoff Hurst’s goal did, indeed, cross the line. Never in doubt.
I always look forward to putting up the Christmas tree and decorations. This is always done far too early – at the end of November – what can I say, I like Christmas. One thing I like equally as much as unpacking the artificial tree from its box – where it had rested, in the garage for the previous 11 months – is disassembling it, come New Year.
It is always exciting when the tree first goes up, and the fibre-optic lights make the whole house seem festive and warm. Once Christmas Day has passed, I rarely bother to turn them on. The tree sits in the corner of the room, looking sorry for its self. Once January arrives, the tree, along with all the other decorations, seems annoying.
This afternoon, I unplugged the tree, before wresting with its plastic frame and branches, so it would come apart into its two or three sections, allowing me to force it into the incredibly small cardboard box, which it originally came in. The box has to then be sealed, to stop the tree bursting out. It is as if the tree has a mind of its own and instead of wanting to go into a dark, damp garage until the end of November, would rather stay in the house, where it is warm, bright and homely. I don’t blame it. But you have to remember, it is a tree – an artificial tree, at that – and trees don’t live in houses. People live in houses. People, dogs and cats – except in our house it is just the former, as we’re not allowed pets.
The Christmas tree is now locked in its box. The decorations and all the other festive crap, which one month ago I thought were cute, are in a pile, waiting to go in another box, which will also be placed in the garage. The last After Eight of the season has been eaten (although I think there may be a second box in a cupboard) and all the generally rubbish Christmas television has been viewed and deleted from the Sky box.
Christmas is over. For another 11 or so months. Thank goodness.
Some people say that Christmas and New Year are a time to relax. Bollocks. I celebrated both, And worked in between. I am now feeling absolutely shattered. Totally drained of all energy. Good thing I’m off work on annual leave all next week, when everyone else goes back!
#1 Get up earlier in the morning – so I’m not in a rush for work every day.
#2 Ride the exercise bike in the bedroom more often – currently being used to hang my shirts on.
#3 Blog every day of the year… yes, this does count as today’s entry.
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
