I'm slacking.

     I'm slacking off on this blog business. In my defence, I have had a lot to do, and Christmas shopping is killing me slowly. Also, I've been gallivanting in Yorkshire with a few teachers and my best friends, writing to our hearts content. Maybe not some as much as others.
     I have since discovered that I am not, under any circumstances, a country girl. I am a city girl, born and bred, and the moors of Yorkshire did not cut it for me. Newcastle will always be in my heart. I was dying to get home. True to form, as soon as I did eventually get home, I was dying to go back to Yorkshire. The only thing I really detested was the lack of Christmas there! There was no tinsel, no trees, no nothing. It upset me to the highest degree. I even went into the tiny village of Hepton Stall (I swear the graveyard was twice the size of the village, because once you settled there, you never fucking left). Anyway, there was no Christmas decoration anywhere.
      I made sure I took my Santa decoration, and he sat pride of place on the chest next to my bed. I was up in the attic so everyone took advantage of the fact my room was the hottest and sat for hours in my bedroom. Lovely to have company but murder when I wanted to sleep.
     None of that matters though, because I am home, and after a nice shopping trip with Layla (she bought me some new M.A.C make-up!) I am tucked up in bed with Harry Potter and a cup of tea. Misfits Christmas Special is on at ten, so I really am getting spoilt today.