After all the build up and excitement for Christmas we are now into that bit that lies inbetween.
The fridge is still holding it’s breath in, crammed full of left overs.
The empty bottles clinking their way to the recycling bins.
The realisation that you forgot to do pigs in blankets which means there are even more sausages and bacon in the fridge than you thought. Is it physically possible to eat sausages three times in one day?
Intentions of going for walks never materialising.
The tickly throat that started a few days before Christmas actually meaning it now and needing drugs at regular intervals.
The second Christmas dinner not using up all the leftovers.
A good tidy up so that when family arrive there might actually be space for them and their things.
Trying to find a home for the third fire extinguisher, still not solved. But instead realising there is a small leak coming from the shower tray.
Planning food for five not two and wondering where you are going to put it all.
Wondering if the forecast weather will put a kibosh on arrangements.
Gold Licence put off for a year. But a booking to go onto the Monty made.