Wishing a very Mr Creamy Shits to everyone that enjoys anagrams.

Have reached a level of F#cked-Offness that I can’t even coast into the Christmas break.

A combination of Covid fatigue, despair at the utter shambles of global politics (NZ exempted, for now) and month of crappy weather has got me turtling up.

Am treating it by logging off work for the adternoon and having some posh eggs benny and coffee at Dough, followed by a bit of shopping therapy.

I have been in a fortunate position of having an income and ability to work from home, so I can only imagine how awful this year has been for many others.

Looking forward to raising a toast to 2022 and hoping it’s better than this dumpster fire of a decade so far. So expect earthquakes and alien invasion come January.

If you’re in the UK please feel free to stream the song as much as you can (even if you’re not listening to it) to make it Christmas Number One.

Lyrics are NSfM (not suitable for Mothers – OK Mam?) but having been a virtual prisoner for over a year while those arseholes party in Downing Street I’m pretty sure she would agree with the sentiment.

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Reminds me of my niece Izzy. If she’s not a rock drummer, England footballer, stuntwoman or martial arts champion…

Never mind advent calendars or Michael Buble emerging from his cave, THIS is the real sign that Christmas is almost upon us – I have bought the Big Tin. Oh and we have put the tree up this year. Ho fecking ho!

Second consecutive weekend feedup with our generous friends Chris and Holly. This time it’s a roast dinner served up in a Yorkshire Pudding the side of your head, followed by a treacle sponge and Birds custard. Hell yeah!

Have been treated to a delicious pre-birthday meal with our lovely friends, including this fabulous cake with actual miniature liquers on top!

Also got to experience the new Oculus device which was very impressive.

Hope tomorrow is as much fun!

We have finally finished our latest DIY project to add some life to the bathroom, replacing the original pea green with a darker Goblin green, plus printing off some of my nature-themed photos and getting them framed.

After getting a ridiculous quote for a new blind Wor Lass bought some remnant fabric and recovered the existing blind at a total cost of $14.

The big story of the day in NZ was the ousting of opposition leader Judith Collins.

It also happened to be the day we had an end of project drinks at Backbenchers pub up the road from work and next to Parliament, featuring large puppets of famous politicians including one of Judith just next to our table.

Not two minutes after I took this photo the lady herself walked into the pub, settling at a table 10 feet away from us (and her puppet) with her team.

Naturally this being NZ everyone played it cool and totally ignored them as they drank (surprisingly upbeat and relaxed given the day’s events I thought).