A little crushed around the edges.
It's daft to think about Christmas when it's mid-October, but I've realised this year it's going to be surreal. My parents are going on some beserk holiday to Morocco, in a typical "we're aging hippies trying to reinvent ourselves now our children have finally left" statement of defiance. My siblings are scattered across various unreachable parts of London, and as well as that I am meant to be working on the 23rd, 24th, 25th, 26th, 27th, 28th and 29th of December as well as New Year's Day. I could:a) purchase an M&S Christmas Dinner ready meal and celebrate Christmas alone
b) gatecrash someone else's family celebration
c) get involved in a ludicrous plan of cycling to South London for some company, or
d) boycott Christmas: pretend it's all not happening and do something better.
To be honest, Christmas is an overwhelmingly stressful period and avoiding all the hustle and bustle could be quite a relief. I'm not complaining, I'm getting triple pay anyway.
At German today my teacher started a discussion about what we thought of the politics of Angela Merkel. Three weeks of basic German and we're meant to start a complex debate about politics! This is terrifying! Somehow I managed to say something about G8 using my patchy vocabulary. Afterwards I wasn't going to get the bus, I was going to walk to the station, but it arrived just as I got outside and I foolishly couldn't resist. Tragic decision; a pregnant lady got into a bitch fight with an elderly man over who should offer a seat to whom. The usual stoned crowd intervened. The lights flickered, the bus lurched, there were no seats. I really should learn my lesson about The Bus Of Death.
In other news, my boss phoned the Anti Social Behaviour Hotline today when some eight year old boys waved a toy light sabre near some mildly hysterical sheep. This proved to be both unnecessary and ineffective. The boys eventually got bored and left. Neither the ASBO Police nor the Parks Constabulary made an appearance. Surprise, surprise.
One of the geese laid an egg today but it wasn't golden.
x
4 Comments:
"The Bus.... of DEATH!!!"
*scribbles in a notepad* that's a keeper... :P
Christmas is a funny ol' time of year: The crispness of the outside, the cosyness of the inside, the food, the lights, the darkness at three o'clock.
This year I might set myself up a nice little mini christmas by myself(wherever I end up), and do it my way: sherry, xmas pud, Queen's speech, fall asleep in front of a rubbish film. magic.
ooer, I've gone all christmassy just thinking about it +_+
mind you Christmas is a while off yet.....we've still got Halloween to get through first ¬_¬
x
ASBO Police. A proper job for those who think 'Community support officer' is a bit understated.
Mike xxx
Wow, people commenting, it's like old days.
"Starbucks is treating me well" - haha, you're about the only one! Sounds like your gap year is much more eventful than mine though. I sort of miss school: you get to spend half the day hanging around and you get paid by your parents to go there! Congrats to your mum and hope everything goes well this time. Give me a ring some time honey xxx
Or we could all meet up in Brighton next weekend for some glorious recollections of time gone by - I'll provide the booze if you provide the fun.
Mike xxx
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