The size of my 2017 Christmas tree. Now that we’re in our own plush pad – it’s not really plush, visually, it’s plush because we don’t have to share it with assholes – we’re investing in our own long-lasting (fake) festive tree. Back and forward was our discussion on Wednesday night on size. Phil, aka Mr Sensible, is adamant that we would be fine with a 6ft tree. I, on the other hand, want the 7ft tree – it’s only an extra £4!! We will (well, should) have this tree for years. Hello, investment!
While your boyfriend sits there pissing himself laughing knowing full well your hatred of them.
We said we’d still eat Whole 30 compliant during the week. We said we’d not touch carbs. WE LIED. I’ve eaten so many goddamn Christmas mince pies that I’ve lost count. I’ve scoffed cheese/chocolate/shortbread. EVERYTHING.
What’s on your Christmas wish list for 2016?
On mine for this year:
Any or all of the 312 books on my Goodreads ‘to read’ list.
A gold bangle
A voucher for a French cooking class
The will not to drink for the first six months of 2017
And a puppy
Really I’m not asking much. Seriously though, my favourite part of Christmas is the chance to relax and laugh with family and friends.