Ouch. Rogue line breaks do it for me.

Six months after ordering it (and tbh forgetting what it looked like) our new new sofa has been delivered.

Spent most of the morning moving furniture around to make room. Old Old (dog bed) sofa went to the kitchen for a while before we put it on Trademe on February when the student flats need kitting out.

Old New sofa went to the dining area as a makeshift sitting room until we decide what to do with it.

Batshit Crazy Coloured sofa stayed in the hallway.

I took a punt on spending $20 on a set of Super Slider thingies – shiny plastic pads you put under heavy furniture legs so they glide easily across the floor. Money well spent! The Duchess was pushing Old Old sofa around with one hand!

So nice to be rid of 2021, even if nothing has really changed. Fresh starts and all that. I hope you have all had a relaxing and low-stress Christmas and that we are all heading out of the gloom and back to a degree of normality and hope.

While Christmas dinners in the NZ sun remain jarring to a Brit I am enjoying the New Year break with the Summery weather we are currently experiencing. Here’s the New Year’s Day dog walk, for example.

Is there anything more frustrating than waiting in line for cinema tickets when people are dicking about ordering food while feral children run amok? Can’t think of one right now. Add to that the suffocating mask wearing.

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!