So I only have about 30 minutes to write this and upload it so the usual brand of typos and grammatical weirdness will ensue. However you have posts about: A Christmas Party, working at student radio: Christmas edition, a Frank Turner gig review, and a mystery adventure day, all to look forward to so hopefully that makes up for this rushed beginning to the week.
I want to quickly confess somethign to you that has been weighing on my mind. I have not been feeling ultimate Christmassy yet and I think I know why. I do not have a chocolate advent calendar this year. I have the picture ones, one lovingly coloured in by my friend Ella, but as for sweet treats, it’s only if I buy chocolate cereal. Now up until the year before last, my mum had bought me and my sister (and the dog) an advent calendar because I was at home most of the time. Last year I was in a different country and this year, we had The Conversation.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi Mum, how are you?
Mum: I’m good thanks. I have somethign I want to tell you.
Me: *fearing the worst* Go on…
Mum: I’m not getting you an advent calendar this year
Me: *worse than I thought* Oh, okay. That’s fine.
Mum: It’s just you’re 20 years old, you can probably get one for yourself.
Mum: Are you okay?
Me: *decidedly not okay* I’m okay.
Spoiler alert: I did not get one for myself. Completely forgot about it until December 1st in fact.
It’s not that I’m ungreatful for the ones I have, they’re lovely, but there’s still something illicitly fun about eating chocolate before breakfast. It’s also really weird. I am an adult, I could eat chocolate for breakfast if I wanted, but I don’t because apparently that would be odd unless it’s specifically 1st-25th December.
I suppose I could buy a packet of Rolos or something and eat one every day but that requires a sense of restraint I don’t think I possess and I don’t think eating an entire packet at 8 in the morning is in the true spirit of the thing. Worth a try though.