I'm at work. It's Christmas Eve, and, as you'd expect, the office is vee quiet. I work for a newspaper, and Xmas Day is the one day of the year that our industry traditionally draws breath. I'm alone in my department too. It's an odd experience, working on days like this. It's sort of fun, in that it's different and certainly less pressured than proper works days. But there's also that strange feeling of missing out. You can't help thinking that the rest of humanity is having a rare old time, necking sherry in front of a roaring open fire while Bing Crosby croons from the mantelpiece. I'm sure the truth is catastrophically more prosaic than that. They're all probably watching shit telly and eating Jaffa Cakes.
The plan is to leave very shortly. I don't know what I'm planning to do with the rest of the afternoon though. I can't go shopping without having to be restrained by by armed officers and a Taser. And I hate watching television in the afternoons. I find it disspiriting...and common.
I might clean the oven. Merry Christmas.
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