Singleman Christmas

Well, it's 3:30am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm swimming in 3hrs time so no point in trying to force sleep, it's the last day at work before the Christmas break I've got my chrimbotica Christmas jumper and am all set so don't know why I can't sleep. Well I probably do but don't won't to admit it-yet. I'm writing this post but my mind is more on my next one, the title is going to be 'Christmas sex v everyday sex', I have theory for 'kin everything. Off to make a quick flat white! Mmmmm love coffee most in the morning!,

So, a week ago I was asked to go round a friends house to 'help' them with their Christmas decorations. I was warned that it was a chaotic affair with lots to drink and eat with family, friends and boyfriends all adding to the 'Christmas spirit'! As usual, I rode down to decompress at the end of the week hmmmmm, the usual excuse. My first job was to help my friend get the decorations down from the loft , hundreds of black bags littered the floor full of all sorts of mysteries, not really difficult. But then, the children arrive, the boss starts to input and the 'Christmas spirit' really starts and mainly consists of:
1. Really, really questionable music
2. Arguments
3. Rearrangement of decorations
4. Arguments
5. Dodgy music
6. Repeat repeat repeat

Until, eventually, several hours later this!

Then, the boyfriends arrived, family friends arrived, food served and home made cider demolished and there is dancing, weird singing, tall tales, sloppy hugs and then even sloppier goodbyes.

I cycled home, again not feeling any pain and started on my decorations which consists of taking my knitted Christmas tree out of its bag and plugging in the lights.


Until, eventually, several seconds later this!

I don't know  which Christmas experience was the best, but I did learn one thing. My friends homemade cider tastes lovely but is absolutely fukin potent! I woke up the following day, went to go for a ride only to find I'd ridden home with two punctures without knowing and actually it wasn't morning but afternoon. Forget the Christmas spirit, it's Christmas cider for me from now on!!

Next post-the sex post!!!