ASBO number 3

Christmas cheer temporary left me this lunchtime, but luckily I am back in festive mode.
What brought this glitch on I hear you ask?... well I will tell you or should I say warn you as the next person who congratulates me on not having to work anymore or not having to scrape the car clean for work will end up with a ice scraper shoved up their nose!
Not only do I have to clean the snow off my car in stages, as I really can't breathe very well at all in the biting cold. I also have to keep sitting down to get my breathing pattern back to normal while struggling to turn the igloo shape in my car parking space back into my car. In fact I was very near to making snow angels when I was 'on a break'.
The crowning glory was when I scooped off a dustpan full of snow and threw it over my shoulder like all the rest, only for the wind to pick up at that precise moment and blow straight back in my face and straight down my neck.
Result?... ASBO number three on it's way for ffing and blinding in the court and of course, shocking the neighbours! I can hear my mother now, 'Deborah... language, what will the neighbours say?!'... Me... 'F*** the neighbours mother!'
Thankfully I calmed down, but I would have pleaded to the jury, that the lapse in language was due it inhaling Mastic Glue where the bathroom flooring had just been laid that very morning.
So another night of coughing my lungs up ahead, so I have had a double brandy to try and comatose myself ready for bed.
The old chap who laid my floor did rather put my nerves on edge, as firstly he left a big tub of this poxy glue and all of his tools in the the way of the door and of course the postman decided to choose that moment to deliver part of mother's Christmas pressie and viola one pair of black trousers ruined. And secondly he had a habit of chatting to me when holding his blow torch... turned on!
Er hello, oxygen and I quite like my face despite my moaning that I want to look like Cher.

Did have a lovely evening though as all festive cheer restored as Tim and myself went to Oliver and Reni's flat where they cooked us a scrummy Christmas meal. They are flying off to Hungary on Friday, well fingers crossed as you can't put the news on TV without seeing hoards of disgruntled people stranded at airports across England. And bonus, lovely food and then we got to open our presents early, so I am now the proud owner of a fabby food processor. If I don't manage to cook any of Jamie Oliver's 30 minute meals which a processor is a vital part and I had dropped loads of hints about, then at least we will have fab mohitos and margarettas all year long! Oh yeah baby!

Lots of love Debbie x