We're going to need a bigger tree...

Once again, I have masses to say, but am too sleepy to actually share any of it. I still haven't told you about my presents from my last job (other than the coconut-coated cock cake, now finished), or anything much about my new job, but just imagine loltastic anecdotes with me being witty and hilarious, and that'll about cover it.

In other news, we had a tiny party on Saturday, which was grand. We tidied (Katie tidied; I did little bits) and put up the tree (Christmas tree! Christmas tree! Covered in lights and fifty million ridiculous baubles, and FAR TOO SMALL FOR ALL OUR CHRISTMAS CRAP) and I watched Muppet Christmas Carol, and then people arrived and we ate nachos and drank wine and then ate cake, and it were lovely. And then on Sunday we all went over to Staines for Darren's birthday. Megan was excessively hyper and Hannah was just ridiculously adorable. She came up to me on more than one occasion to poke my cheeks, which I deeply and suspiciously suspect she has copied from Katie (her favourite and her best).

Anyhow, that's about it. We have done epic amounts of Christmas shopping (as Katie so eloquently put it, CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IS OUR BITCH), and now poor like church mice.

Ho hum. (Also, lololol, Katie and I spent much of last night copying a bit of Eddie Izzard and being all jokey jokey and then laughy laughy. Oh the hilarity.)