Single at Crimbo.. Do I enjoy this? Or am I slowly turning into Bridget Jones? Its my first one... I'm still getting used to it. So far its OK... I'm being driven slowly but surely insane by my equally insane family. I love them but cannot spend more than a few weeks at home before desperately needing to get out. I moved away at 18 because I met a handsome musician... turned out they weren't my soul mate but I'm eternally grateful to them for getting me to where I am today.
On Friday we went for a carvery in a place called Underwood. It wasn't under, nor in a wood... but I guess that just sums up a lot of Northern village names. It cost £3.99. My plate looked like a mountain. I had gammon, turkey, chicken and beef. FAT COW. This is great (but not if I waddle back to the big city 10 stone fatter...) I don't know what I want my New Years resolution to be... I have a few ideas and I do definitely need one... don't I? I'll write more later. Duty calls...
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