so i hate christmas. i'm not the only one, just one of the ones with enought testicular fortitude to admit it.

my mother, a recovering catholic, similiary despises the whole event. we have a family schedule so everyone can pop into my grandmothers at different times and subsequently we call all avoid each other.

that's not to say that we don't do presents - only cos andrew has managed to con everyone into believing that he still believes in father christmas. and so, we all go round the house, finding stuff and wrapping it for each other.

this year i got a scrabble set, a packet of dates, a box of tea and a free sanitarium cookbook-phamphlet thingly that they were handing out at the supermarket.

it's not fair. my mother gave one of her friends a water bottle in the shape of a penis. that rightfully should have been mine.