Life for rent

“Worn out places, worn out faces”  Gary Jules and Michael Andrews – Mad World

I love this version of the old Tears for Fears song. So much so that Duncan bought me a copy for christmas. I had a nice, quiet, relaxing Christmas and it sucks to be writing this from work. Back for three days then off maybe for the rest of the week, they haven’t decided yet. Did you all have a good christmas and was santa nice to you all? Duncan got me loads of buffy books, including the watcher’s guide, a buffy jigsaw (spot a theme) and the first series on DVD as well as a small bucket of malteasers and a vegetable peeler. I kid you not. He said it was mainly a joke. We did need one and I’d threatened him with death if he got me anything kitchen related. He said my disappointed look was fantastic to watch. He’s evil sometimes. In return I got him electric 6 cd, jackass the movie on dvd, blackadder 2 on dvd and 500g of ostrich biltong. He was very happy. From my family we got money, some housey stuff and my mum got me a years subscription to Spirit and Destiny magazine as well as some gorgeous gemstone runes and Duncan got an arsenal top from them. He was happy.

We did nothing special over our four day break. I worked until 1 on xmas eve then came home and slept. I slept a lot over the four days, I think Duncan thought there was something wrong with me. We had a lovely xmas day together – opening presents, cooking way too much food for two of us and relaxing in front of the tv.

But now it’s over and back to work. I really detest the period between xmas and new year. To be honest it just depresses me. It’s a whole end of year thing. We go from the build up to xmas, through the anti-climax (cos it always is an anti-climax) straight into new year celebration plans. I don’t enjoy new year. I hate making a fuss of it as I don’t see the point, it’s just another night. But we go out and visit friends because I don’t think they’d understand what I felt. I don’t think Duncan does really. He keeps worrying that he’s done something to upset me, but of course he hasn’t. The other thing is once new year is over it’s my birthday and I really hate my birthday. I’ll be 27 in just over three weeks, which I know, is really no age at all, but it’s almost 30 and I don’t want to be almost 30. I’ve booked the day and the day after off work, which will be nice, but probably not a great idea as it just gives me time to sit and feel depressed about it.  My mum’s coming to visit the week after and we’re going to look at reception venues (the rugby club idea, which me and Duncan loved and wanted, has been shelved due to two reasons – not near any hotels (even though we offered to put on transport to and from the venue) so it’s not good for my nan, and my step-mum turned her nose up at the words rugby club, no doubt picturing large, drunk, rowdy men gate-crashing our evening. Which is ironic when you consider the main cause of trouble will more than likely be my drunk father, her fiance.) We’re also supposed to be going dress trying on (not shopping as I want to lose some weight first) so I should really book some appointments for places. I just can’t be arsed right now.

Until there is a next time…

xx