Oh Christmas Tree...

How lovely are your branches! Specially for Steve, here is a picture of my Christmas tree in all its fluffy glory. He will probably say that its one redeeming factor is that it is not pink. But it has fluffy tinsel and angel wings and stuff, and I love it!

(Readers might like to note that until this evening, the tree had no decorations on it, and I have pimped it out like this to wind up Steve)

Had a rubbish day at work today as no receptionist turned up so couldn't log me on to the computer (they don't let us docs have all the passwords you see). Spent the first 40 minutes of the shift on the phone to various people who couldn't be less helpful, so in the end I got all the patients to write down their own details on scrappy bits of paper (the centre was so badly stocked that they didn't even have suitable paper to write on!) and I wrote down everything by hand and dumped the 18 or so sheets back at the control centre for them to sort out. Many thanks to all the patients who were so nice about it all, they waited patiently and were very sympathetic about the ridiculousness of the situation, and were al just glad to be seen at all rather than whinging about the total lack of organisation. Not going to work there again though, as new job has been confirmed as mine, have to sort out the contract and stuff in the New Year but it's all a bit of a relief as I might be able to afford the double glazing now and can think about booking a holiday in February before I start properly!

Went to see "White Christmas" last night starring Craig McLachlan (Henry off Neighbours) which was excellent, lots of chirpy singing and dancing and happy endings and snow and everything. Bring it on! Still haven't sorted out New Year yet, but I will get on the case...

Ah yes, and I almost forgot to mention something funny that I was reminded of today, my dad's brave attempt last year to decorate the front of their house for Christmas. None of this inflatable Homer Simpson rubbish, he usually puts some tasteful lights on the trees in the garden, and also draped a strand of lights across the front of the house for good measure. He thought it looked lovely, but it was only at night when my brother and I were off down the pub that my brother turned around and looked at the house and announced "Why on earth has Dad put a giant pair of tits on the front of the house?". From the way the lights were draped, it did indeed look exactly like a childish drawing of some breasts, and as soon as it was pointed out to him, poor Dad had to turn them off until he could get back up the ladder the following day to remove them. Unfortunately the picture I took on my phone has been deleted and he's refused to put them back up this year for the purposes of illustrating my blog, so I have instead drawn a picture to illustrate the general idea... which of course effing blogger is now not accepting as the site is playing up, so you'll have to take my word for it until I can get around to uploading it!