Merry Christmas, you rascals.
I am relaxed for the first time in what feels like months. I haven't done anything the last two days beyond presents, pyjamas and occasionally using my nails to break apart stuck lego pieces. Kiddo has built some awesome Star Wars sets that I've been flying from the comfort of my lazy chair.
Vaguely supposed to be hitting the roads to visit family over the rest of the holidays but we haven't officially arranged anything and I'm working on the excuse to get out of it all.
My third bad thing from the groove thread didn't happen. I think it happened before I crashed my car. Two days earlier I had stood in dog poo and had trod it around everywhere before I realised. So that could have been worse.

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