Christmas gluttony

I’ve never been one of those who complain, curmudgeonly, about Christmas and it’s plentiful food and drink (and presents). But, aged 23, my cynicism is snowballing at an uncontrollable rate, aided by my family.

With my brother now almost certainly suffering from a drink problem – having, for 25 years, admonished anyone who touched alcohol as a minon of the devil – and my Mum muted with laryngitis, it’s been an uncomfortable first Christmas in our new house. All the feelings I thought would envelope us – longing for our old house, lonliness and so on – haven’t surfaced. And we are genuinely over the moon to be here – in our dream location – but the combined forces of my stubborn sibling, and the thought of going back to work in London (as the prime bread-winner in the family) fills me with dread.

At least my boss managed a friendly Happy Christmas email, which was a nice surprise, even adding “believe in yourself” – which couldn’t be more apt to my state of mind these days.

I’ve had a great year’s blogging, which has given me a great job and even greater prospects. I am, now, a professional blogger! But I’ve only ever blogged about one subject, and I’m determined to expose my innermost thoughts and views on the world. In the same method in which I began my first blog – just a place for me to air my views on that subject – I just want to make it my place to write about things that I’m passionate about. Or things that irk and irritate and delight, in equal measure. Who knows what 2006 might bring.

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