Sunday night in bed always seems to be when my demons choose to visit me. I know I need to go to sleep as I am up early in the morning but my brain races and all my worst fears play round in my mind like a video recorder on acid. The same phrase or though seems to scroll by on the big screen of my consciousness and I find myself still awake, sweating at 3am.
Believe me, I have a lot of fears just now. The future of my grandparents is playing heavy, with their gradual decline top of my list of worries. A lack of christmas presents purchased is also worrying me. I’ve been very busy with one thing and another and I have only two available shopping days left to sort out the last of my presents. I went shopping yesterday and managed to buy a present for my sister and her boyfriend however I then went on to spoil it by buying the ‘Boys from the Black Stuff’ DVD and promptly rushing home to watch it. Good series though.
“Don’t touch my wall.”
on Dec 20th, 2006 at 10:02 am
70% of male Christmas shoppers leave their shopping until the last minute! Treat it like a rugby match. Your in the threequarters while your looking, rucking and scrummaging when your actually purchasing, it’s a try when you find what you want. End of game when your back in the car!