For the first time in a lot of years I had the three days off between Christmas and New Year, which, with weekends and bank holidays, amounted to a total of 11 days off work. And I am ashamed of how little I seem to have achieved.
Meeting with friends - 2 (despite its being the festive season n'all, we hardly saw another living soul)
Phonecalls to friends - 1 (and pretty much got the brush-off)
Christmas cards - definitely fewer than last year
Shopping trips to the sales - 2 (fruitless, except for...
New pairs of boots - 1)
Lie-ins - 10 (only 1 morning did I wake up early, and was rarely late to bed)
Cups of tea and coffee - far too many, far far too many
Alcohol - too much, much much too much, but...
Dry days - 2 (amazing in the circumstances)
Time in the garden - a big fat zero, so none of the outside jobs done, trees not pruned etc etc
Murders committed - none (but plenty of urges to murder)
Resolution to work over next Christmas - 1
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