So, the world failed to end on Friday as allegedly predicted by the Myans (or maybe they just got bored of counting and figured by the time 21/12/12 arrived people would have worked something out for themselves), leaving dehydrated egg on the faces of a small group of perculiar folks who I heard interviewed who were off to live in bunkers for the festive period. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a bit of preplanning, but if a planet was going to smash into the Earth I hardly think a bunker would do you much good.
Still, the good news was that meant my sister in law could celebrate her birthday the day after. The bad news being I still had a mountain of presents to wrap and a Christmas cake to make. We are quite unprepared for the festive period thanks to an unusual bout of flu for myself and Laurie and Mol and Mr Anonimum going down with a projectile sickness bug. Indeed maybe this is what the Myans were refering to as it felt like the end of the world being trapped in bed with vomiting children and only miserable sick relis and even more miserable pre christmas TV to watch. I swear the TV execs must turf out their most depressing programs before the festive season gets going properly mayhaps in vengence for having so be sugary sweet for a good 3 week block there after.
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