The lul's of post Christmas...
So, the festive time of year has been and gone and it doesn't take an observational person to state what a ridiculously crazy period it is, needlessly mad. People rush until they fall over, stressing over who is coming, how many people they are feeding, who they are buying for and what to get, food, how much veg, how big a Turkey, get into town after hours of waiting to find no parking, and streets filled with stress heads, crashing into one another. Then the day has gone. All that stress for one day. Boxing day is here before you know it, a day filled with more drink without the stress, because dinner consists of left overs bundled together on a plate and somehow tastes more delicious than the hard preparation that went into day before. The following four days are considered the ultimate LUL period, where everyone is pooped, either sleeping or eating, prepping for the next burst of alcohol inflicted foolishness- NEW YEARS EVE!!
The drinks are replenished in fridges, unwanted food/ nibbles added to the table which is rarely eaten due to the food-filled week before, and people over sixty are asleep by eight! You rock up about half seven- eight and the majority of the party are pissed half an hour later, because why do we want to welcome a new year, it's just another day and reason to consume alcohol making the 'loosing weight' new years resolution virtually impossible! By ten, everyone is dancing like fools practicing the unknown words of Auld Lang Syne at the top of their lungs; by eleven fifty five everyone is outside busy letting the neighbors know they are here; and by twelve oh six, you all come in to realise you have missed the new year fireworks and this whole party was not to welcome the new year at all, but just another excuse to get sufficiently sloshed.
So, that's the excitement over with a Lul in between, and onto the most Lul-ish months of the year, January and February. Pointless unless spent in a scorching hot country where you can simply lay and sun yourself day in day out. That is what they were made for. Houses look bare because of the lack of sparkle from the Christmas decs, the bitterness of winter is harsher than ever, the day lasts for just over five minutes before it gets dark again, bank balances are negative, everyone is back to reality.
I may seem like a typical moaning Brit, but you cannot deny that this is all fact- bring on the Spring I say, the brighter, hotter, happier Spring!
The drinks are replenished in fridges, unwanted food/ nibbles added to the table which is rarely eaten due to the food-filled week before, and people over sixty are asleep by eight! You rock up about half seven- eight and the majority of the party are pissed half an hour later, because why do we want to welcome a new year, it's just another day and reason to consume alcohol making the 'loosing weight' new years resolution virtually impossible! By ten, everyone is dancing like fools practicing the unknown words of Auld Lang Syne at the top of their lungs; by eleven fifty five everyone is outside busy letting the neighbors know they are here; and by twelve oh six, you all come in to realise you have missed the new year fireworks and this whole party was not to welcome the new year at all, but just another excuse to get sufficiently sloshed.
So, that's the excitement over with a Lul in between, and onto the most Lul-ish months of the year, January and February. Pointless unless spent in a scorching hot country where you can simply lay and sun yourself day in day out. That is what they were made for. Houses look bare because of the lack of sparkle from the Christmas decs, the bitterness of winter is harsher than ever, the day lasts for just over five minutes before it gets dark again, bank balances are negative, everyone is back to reality.
I may seem like a typical moaning Brit, but you cannot deny that this is all fact- bring on the Spring I say, the brighter, hotter, happier Spring!
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