I'm walking across an icy, freezing northern city after rushing into Sainsbury's to buy a shifty secret santa present for work.
A bastard glass hot chocolate snowman kit for a fiver. I'm trying to simultaneously shove the thing into a shitty gift bag, whilst tying the ribbon and ripping off the stupid plastic hanger thing and screaming in my head 'I'm sick of this shit!'
I don't even know the woman I've bought for and I was ill yesterday so missed the food and secret santa swap. AIBU to think this isn't what it's meant to be like?
I want to be a child again. Please regale me with your Christmas meltdowns so I don't feels so irritated with the festive season. Please.