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Well tomorrow is looming upon me vey quickly. Tomorrow of course being Sunday and bringing with it my office Christmas Party. I’ve already blogged about how my co-workers couldn’t organise a root in a brothel let alone a Christmas party, so tomorrow will be interesting to say the least.
I don’t even know if I have to bring my own plate and cutlery!

I’m going to the party by myself because my hubby has to work (lucky him!). Everyone except 2 people attending are single and everyone except me and the 2 single guys have reproduced. The whole day is just going to be packed with assorted children and things like that.

I’m not a fan of children at the best of times and I can just see that tomorrow will be spent having half-conversations with the parents of said children. By ‘half-conversations’ I mean that the parent will have one eye and ear on the person talking and the other on the child as it runs away for the 20th time. Some parents are good at that, others, not so good...

People who have children and manage to stay sane, healthy and still have time to scratch themselves-I take my hat off to you, if I were wearing a hat right now.

Perhaps the best way for me to avoid conversations tomorrow about how old Tammy was when she was weened off the boob and how funny it is when Mikey burps and screws up his face when he poos will be to just join in with the kids and run around with them in the world of unaware-ness: unaware of the big, bad things out there in the world and about how I’m going to afford to pay for my next holiday...

Lets hope time passes quickly, for tomorrow I will be unassisted by my friend the Bundy the Rum Bear as I have to drive myself to this god-foresaken 'party...'