So it's over!
The BIG day came and went with barely any mention of what it was really all about.
No, we didn't mention it either, but I did wish Jesus a 'Happy Birthday'.
Now though, we find ourselves enjoying Recovery Day No.1.
There are five Recovery Day's. Five day's where time stands still, at incredible speed, as we wait for New Years Eve and a new reason to over indulge. Whereas Christmas is a time of food in extravagant excess, New Years Eve is a time of alcohol, vomit and mystery (such as 'How did that traffic cone end up in my bed and who is that man buried head-first in my garden?').
But these five days, which we now find ourselves at the doorstep of, are the doldrums. A wind-still place (with the exception of bottom-burping) where nothing other than the continued digestion of our Christmas
over-indulgences.
It is a time of waiting; a time of re-runs on TV; a time of turkey sandwiches.
It is a time for being bored and wondering 'where the hell did the year go?'
I know where my year went to. Do you remember what happened to yours?
It's only 7 am on Boxing Day (Recovery Day No1) and already I'm wondering what colour socks I'll get for Christmas next year.
I dont know about you mate but I'm already getting sick of Christmas left overs... When will that damn chicken and ham run out for f**** sake! I've had lollies and chocolate up to here (vaguely waves hand above head)
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