Time marches on. Only 20 days till Christmas. Only 19 days till we go back home for the first time in months.

Here at home, things are going smoothly which is always pleasant. I don't like having a bad atmosphere in our little house.

I have been given a new appointment from the hospital for another enema when I shouldn't have been, so I have spent ages on the phone sorting it out.

I don't seem to have any energy to care about stuff lately. I think I need to go on a sunbed. I think it's just that time of year.

I have already spent two months wages on everyones Christmas presents so I am completly broke and I was meant to be saving up so I can go with Rupert to the US next year for Tim's wedding.

Unless I win the lottery or my parents help me out, I will just have enough money to get me to Manchester Airport.

This is a really sad and boring entry and I am sorry but I can't seem to muster any enthusiasm at the moment. Hopefully I will soon be back to my usual bouncing self.

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