Ok, so now I've started so I'll finish. I've promised to post for ages,
but never quite got round to it. So I thought if I started writing it on
the DLR at around 6.38am in the dark on a Monday morning the quality of the post
could only improve. Where to begin? Well. I've worked. Lots. I'm competing
with friends who are investment bankers as to who has pulled the most all-nighters
in a week, and I even missed OJ and Anthony's party. However, in
some sadistic way I'm enjoying it, hence why I'm on my way in now.

I've finally decided it is Christmas, despite opening the first eight of
the windows in my advent calendar on Friday, because I had totally
forgotten the meaning of December. I've also written my Xmas cards now -
forgive the awful handwriting, just be grateful that you have one at all.
Anyway, why is I Xmas? Because I was on the phone to a friend
last night and suddenly I squealed - the coca-cola advert came on TV:
that's it, there's no turning back, it is mince pies and turkey from here
on in.

We had our work party on Sat eve, which was lots of fun-got home at 8am
after a night on the town, so that's not bas going. And then David’s
thoroughly unique and enjoyable evening on Sat - a very enjoyable
weekend all told. My dad and I also went shopping for our tree on Sun, which was
lovely: never too old for Christmas!

And now I am leaving work. Currently waiting for Cab so finishing off the
post. But I lie, it is actually now Tuesday evening and I am getting around to post. Not sure I have anything to add. Oh, I have some amusing photos of Saturday that I shall aim to upload.