Fucking fucking hell. Seriously, is there anything more hideous than Oxford Street this close to Christmas? Priscilla let me off an hour early, bless her, so I nipped down to do a spot of shopping. Eugh. Never let me do that again. Accomplished: well, I bought Matthew a Christmas present, but only what I was going to buy tomorrow. And I bought some pj bottoms in M&S. Went into Primark, but practically ended up having a stroke, so I left again. Am considering knocking over a pharmacy before I go to Kingston tomorrow. Am determined to have a very precise list, and be in and out as speedily as possible. This is somewhat hampered by the fact that I still haven't decided what to get her as a birthday present, but I will do my best. I really, really need new shoes, but I cannot find any ANYWHERE. And why am I always drawn to the most expensive clothes? Saw a really nice blue v-neck jumper in M&S, only to discover on closer examination that it was, in fact, £89. So a little out of my budget, then. Oh, bah. Am filled with Scrooge spirit, and have a million things to do before I go home, and I can't be arsed with any of them. Anyway, the actual reason for this post was to list the things I wanted to get done tonight.
1. Have a bath, in desperate attempt to get over my hatred of people, life and the world.
2. Put on a dark laundry (and hang it out so it's dry by tomorrow pm).
3. Charge MP3 player (even listening to nonstop JC didn't make me feel better this evening).
4. DO SOME FUCKING WASHING UP BEFORE WE GET RATS.
5. Wrap presents.
6. Make presents list so I know what I still need to get.
7. Check truffle ingredients so I know what to get tomorrow.
8. Make a start on packing.
9. Cook spinach, squidge it, freeze it.
10. Freeze chicken stock and chicken bits.
11. Change bedlinen.
12. Have some tea.