Kids just gone to bed. First time hosting and also the first Christmas dinner my mum hasnt had to cook in 40 years. Went really well.
Just having a festive Baileys and watching Morecambe and Wise with me Dad.
Big up y’all, love you lots (Yorkshires ftw)
Missioned back to the motherland yesterday festively hungover from a good ale session in Cov. Been a pretty mellow day and hoping to check out a cheeky fullpipe tomorrow.
Merry Christmas fellow dorks.
Meltdown this morning due to family related stress. Punched myself in the face numerous times.
Cooked Christmas dinner. Ate it. Went to bed and dreamt of ww2 planes crashing into the field behind my house. Will be glad when it’s over.
Yesterday was cool though.
Bun Christmas. X
Woke up with a stinking cold, the dog is obsessed with some new slippers the wife has got and has been barking to go in the spare room where she put them all day long. Just getting into bed to listen to the sound of dog barks that are trapped in my subconscious now. Otherwise a good day with the family having a balti.
Ww2 planes, full pipes and slipper obsessed dogs.
Not sure how but this is my safe place.
Big props to all of you who put way more effort in than I do to making it the happy place it is. Xxxxx
Lovely ornaments you have there.
Apparently I did that last night, both sides of my head though. I can’t remember though due to wine. I do it when under intense stress. Daughter wouldn’t go to sleep and still had the presents to get from the garage. Take it easy!
Hope you got through it in one piece.
I’m so stoked I’m on the other side of it now.
Bit of an intense Xmas this time. Yesterday a mob of family and in-laws went out and got afternoon drinking pissed and an elderly inlaw revealed they’d been repeatedly sexually abused at school in the 60’s.
Today was all board games, happy kids and good food with the same crowd.
Total head fuck to be honest. They obviously felt now was the right time to tell someone and we’re all there for them, but fucking hell. Not an easy one to process.
Brussels in a sandwich is Bish levels of fucked
Everything goes in. There was parsnip in there too.
The plan of spending all day with friends in the local watching the boxing day games has gone out the window. The annual leave flu has hit. Sofa and picking at chocolates and shortbread has commenced. Could be much worse!
This is true. I was just dragged to a wetland park (arrow head or something) near Redditch which was about fun as punching myself in the bollocks. Finally back where I should be…on the sofa.
Edit: Looked it up. Arrow valley.
Well that’s gnarly as fuck 
Sorry to hear that man.
Spent the whole Christmas period with literally every family member pulling me to one side and asking if I’m ok because I don’t look ok.
Guess it’s because I’ve lost so much weight and recovering from covid.
