Ho Ho Ho
Only 11 weeks until Christmas
When did the thought start to become depressing ?
Do you remember that feeling when you were a child, the anticipation, the excitement, waking up to the feel your stocking on the end of the bed.
I can't remember how old I was when that stopped. I remember the magic coming back the first year I was in love with John and again when the offspring were small.
Of course I will enjoy it when it comes, but all the worry about affording the presents and finding time to buy them and buying things that people will actually enjoy.......
Talking of depressing things, John is watching the football. Having the game on itself is bad enough, but the real killer is having to listen to the inane drivel that pours out of the mouths of the commentators, the endless ways they find to repeat themselves, I am going now to find myself a good book and some earplugs
Anyone out there had any good earworms lately? Yesterday I awoke to 'Betcha By Golly Wow' and this morning to a medley from Tommy (mostly 'the crowd went crazy when Tommy hit the stage' and 'he's a pinball wizard.......' but also 'Captain Walker didn't come home, his unborn son will never know him' and 'see me, hear me, touch me, heal me' etc, etc
Oh it's started and it's unbearable, where are those earplugs...............
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