I’ve still got two bathrooms to clean, decorations to sort, presents to wrap, to get out my jammies and sort Christmas Eve dinner.
rozzers welcome. A wee break in a cell would be nice.
I’ve got a bag packed by the door like I did when waiting for labour to start. Earplugs, pashmina, packet of tunnocks, that gloopy stuff you put on your feet to peel them (I’ve been trying to do it all year) and my really good book I want peace to read.