So, I am sat on the sofa with Sister Act playing in the background at least 4lbs heavier than two days ago, next to a very sleepy Gran and a Christmas tree stripped of all it's chocolates. All are signs that Christmas is coming to a close.

I am in Worthing at my cousins house. Lack of beds means me and my brothers are sharing a travelodge room. This is an interesting experience which has forced the three of us to actually communicate for the first time in about 4 years. Happily, I have discovered my brothers to be amusing and agreeable roommates :-D

This year my Christmas consisted of lemon meringue pie, nut roast (a far superior vegetarian alternative to turkey), West Side Story, surprise presents, too much telly and an awful lot of chocolate. Quality :-)

I have somehow managed to get through the entirety of Christmas and Boxing Day without feeling remotely festive - it hasn't really hit me that's it's actually Christmas. Despite all the seasonal adverts, the presents, the Christmas telly, the food and the family, I just don't feel very festive...

Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. Just not feeling it. Loving the great TV and that it is acceptable to eat as much trifle as it is possible. 

Can't forget the board games, too. Christmas just wouldn't be what it is with out the annual ridiculously long game of monopoly. Incidentally, I got hotels on the best set in yesterday, BOOM. We have also played Scoop, a surprisingly fun game about newspapers that I am shockingly bad at. I'm also pretty immense at charades - I do a fabulous Lion King impression.

Happy Christmas!
God bless,
Much love, Anna :)