I had the first of five work Christmas parties on Friday night, and survived.
At some stage I put my hand in my jeans pocket and found the scrap of paper I thought I’d lost with the name of my Secret Santa person written on it. Secret Santa presents are given out at one of the other work parties and is taken very seriously – I would have been in trouble if I hadn’t been able to remember who my present was for.
In other news, I’ve decided that I hate the rain.
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