Suburban Mum

So after my Mr Scrooge post on Sunday, I’ve somewhat changed my tune.  Once I knew I had money in the bank on Monday I visited most of the internet and ordered about 75% of the presents I need to buy.  Most have already been delivered which is amazing.  I have wrapping paper, cards and some new decorations.  I want to put the tree up on Saturday.  What is wrong with me!  For a start, my boss believes Christmas starts on 1st December so all day long (and apparently right through to the 12th day) we have been listening to Christmas music.  We are buying a real tree tomorrow and are decorating it while suitably imbibed with mulled wine.  The boss is already plannning a staff Christmas lunch (by this I mean a proper turkey dinner in her house with all the trimmings) and our office party is going to be an all-dayer on Friday18th.

The plan for that day is drinks and breakfast in the office, followed by a “traditional pint” in a local pub, followed by lunch at a restaurant that I’ve now forgotten (it’s changed so many times), followed by checking in a lovely hotel and getting ready for the evening, followed by a bar crawl in a posh part of Cheshire, followed by a meal at a Thai restaurant, followed by a reserved booth in a very trendy bar until the early hours (frequented by footballers and WAGs apparently.  And you can hire your own umpa-lumpa to serve your drinks.  Really).  Followed by full English breakfast in a pub on Saturday morning.  I may even be wearing a DRESS, people.

Today was a momentous day.  Today, I went to the gym before work.  And I actually enjoyed it.  The good thing about my job being so close to home is that I can get up, throw my gym stuff on and get there for a good 90 minute workout without having to get up any earlier.  I was still at my desk for 8.30.  I was buzzing till about 11am and then I started to feel tired, but I’m determined to do this three times a week, because it’s such an ideal time for me.  And it’s a lovely gym.