We have just hit Christmas Eve in the UK and these next two days are going to be a whirlwind, so knowing what I am like, my partner is taking Monkey out for today for a few hours in the park, while I scream into the void of various things such as.
Why the fuck do I agree to cook this every year?
Who the fuck does this amount of food for 3 people?
When did I say I would do this?
What the fuck am I doing?
Shit is that something burning
and the classic
Arrrrgggg I have run out of dishes
Promptly followed up by me blaming everyone else for something I actually do enjoy doing and the only person who I am trying to impress is myself.
Fun, fun, fun