It's 7.31am on Christmas Eve morning and I'm sitting here with my second coffee, some brandy-laden Tiramasu and half a glass of champagne.
I've had a funny couple of days.
On the afternoon of the 21st, I set out on foot to collect the Christmas alcohol from a bottleshop I thought was 30 minutes away.
The bottleshop ended up being 1.5 hours away on foot and when I arrived at the bottleshop, they had run out of bags. So I had to walk back with a box full of bottles in the heat.
Why didn't I get a cab? Well, because I had ordered and paid for the grog online. I didn't take my bankcard or any dosh with me. #stupidity
The three hour walk wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't have done a 5k run that morning. When I got home, I was truly fucked. And the Bisson Vodka (that was suppose to be for Christmas eve), I started drinking as I soaked in my Radox bath.
When I woke on the 22nd, my arms from carrying the box all that way, ached. My whole body ached.
Yesterday, some financial abundance came my way late in the day -- out of the blue. And last night was so much fun. I was at JB HIFI spending up a storm!
I'm setting out now to get the seafood and replace the vodka (which got drunk) with another poison.
It's going to be a very seafoody, alcoholy, presenty, relaxing Christmas. I have friends coming tonight. Cocktails and Horderves. I'm not much of a cook. But I'll try my best.
Hopefully I won't start a fire!
Merry Christmas Everyone. xxx
My name is Vanessa de Largie.