Went to a Christmas dinner at Bens warehouse yesterday. I have now eaten my own body weight in good. Kid you not.
We also wore the funky Christmas cracker hats
And played the after eight game (you put an after eight on your forehead and try to glide in into your mouth without using hands. Messy and harder than it sounds)
But because I was the most tired person ever I headed home around midnight and dove straight into our new star sheets.
Today missing this guy but only one more sleep and I get to show him my country house. That’s the best Christmas gift ever.