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The Santa Clause

I'm going home this weekend to work at my mum's shop on saturday and sunday for some extra pennies because they're short staffed. I have a reading week next week as well so I'm going to stay at home for the week and have my tea cooked for me, my clothes washed and not have to sit under a blanket while wearing two pairs of socks, slippers, a jumper, two tshirts and thermal underwear because heating is so expensive! My parents have a big wood buring stove thing which is nice and cosy to sit infront of in the evening with the cat on your lap, purring away. It's my mum's week off work as well next week so she wants to make an early start on wrapping Christmas presents up while I'm there to help her (she's being very organised this year) while watching Christmas films since I'm not usually around at home for the run up to Christmas. There's also things to do to the Christmas cake that she's started to make (I don't really understand the making of a Christmas cake, I just stand there and do what she tells me to) and she wants us to make a Christmas pudding. So I'll be feeling all Christmassy by the time I come back to uni and it'll only be mid-November! Having said that, my housemates and I have already been thinking about what Christmas decoartions we can scrounge off our parents and what we'll have to buy and where we'll put our Christmas tree. Hopefully one of my housemates grandma's is donating her old tree to us so we don't have to buy one along with a few old baubles she doesn't want, apparently the tree is red which will be nice for a change, I've never had a red tree before, in my first year at university we had a pink tree with blue lights.

A few weeks ago I went to Funeral for a Friend in store signing. I'm not really a big fan of their's but even so it's fun to go and get your CD signed. I used to really like them when I was about 17 but not so much any more. We queued in the cold and the rain for about two hours and when we got inside one of them asked me if it was raining...I was drenched. Anyway, they were all nice and polite, they all shook my hand and thanked me for coming but they looked pretty bored, I supposed writing your name over and over again for strangers must become tiresome after a while, even though me and my friend were 5th and 6th in the queue.

I think I might have smiley chips for my tea, for a change, I don't eat much junk food.

Photo credit: Me

Currently reading: The House on Moon Lake - Francesca Durenti