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I was hopeful that I could resist the tubs of Celebrations, Heroes and Quality Street this Christmas, but sadly, after a good three months of avoiding milk chocolate and biscuits I have fallen off the Christmas cliff and proven that I cannot just eat one sweet and leave it there. I have proven this quite a few hundred times before and yet science still insists on testing the hypothesis.
I was determined not to beat myself up about this stuff and just enjoy Christmas, but the fact that the celebrations (and the Celebrations) began on the 20th means that it's been a looooonnng Yuletide. It felt insane that we'd just arrived at Christmas Eve, so stuffed with junk food (and good food) was I.
It was a sluggish day, both in the sense that everything was stultified and slow moving and in the sense that I now have the body shape of a slug. I hoped that if we were here for the full week I'd have a day to recover from the drive and then be full of beans, but I am full of chocolate beans (though some of them have so little chocolate content these days that we can just call them beans again) and have not shaken off the exhaustion that perhaps I've been storing up in 2025. According to my app I've been getting good sleep of 7 hours plus every night, but I still want to snooze on the sofa. I have achieved nothing.
My brother and his wife turned up today so we are now a full compliment of Herrings and with a couple of my nephew's friends from Australia thrown into the mix we struggled to fit round the giant dining room table and I had the indignity of getting a small plate for Christmas Eve dinner (though that might have just been an attempt by my family to control my calorific intake).
We ducked out relatively early tonight, as we needed to prepare for Santa's visit and get some sleep. Will Santa find us in our Air B n B? I think so. He made so much noise as he put the presents out that I am surprised the kids didn't wake. The whole palaver kept me awake when I'd liked to have been sleeping, but you don't want to go down in history as the man who got so angry with Santa that he decked him. The danger is that you'll kill him and have to take over his job. Though I do have the belly.
