Among my other Christmas presents was a salutory reminder…

Over Christmas I was given some Clinique for Men eye-firming lotion and hair-gel, some soap, some Armani scent, a novel about Heroin addiction and a book called “How to be Alone”. Add this to the wedding I went to yesterday and increasing status as ‘weird-fifth wheel’ at my friend’s and colleagues parties and gatherings (those that I’m still invited to) and all I can do is thank god that I have work that I enjoy. Where’s my tiny house in the countryside with my labrador and chunky jumpers? Bah. Humbug.