Right to start off, Saints lost barely so if anyone decides to rip into them when I go back in I’m going to blank you.
I was going to go watch them play with my Dad, but instead I went down my Nans the day before we had our second Christmas Day tomorrow.
But before that we went out for Breakfast at Weatherspoons and I felt extremely accomplished eating six hash browns within a room of judgemental people!
I wasn’t feeling extremely well so I went home with my Dad whilst everyone else mooched around town, which I wasn’t up for in my current state.
So to make my mind off things I tried cooking which isn’t my strongest point I got to say, but I know how to make some dope cookies.
They didn’t last long when everyone got in which was depressing, I had left them to set and got in the bath. Afterwards, when I went downstairs to have one myself nothing was there.
They looked cool and apparently tasted good, will I bother making them again, possibly but I’d like them for myself. I stained my hands also with food colouring which will take a couple of days to come off, I can sense it.
My dreaded parcel finally arrived within this country, if you know me well, you’d know that I despise any form of postal service because they’re all flawed, change my mind..
Anyway, there was a sixteen pound shipping fine which is stupid; essentially the extra item that was put in wasn’t free in the end, but it was very nice of them for considering my well-being I suppose.
You could say I am a fan of Claypools work now.
The rest of my evening was spent sat in the back of the car for an hour whilst we traveled back to my Nans house, I did choose to email Jason to see how he was doing because I don’t have an awfully high amount of friends to text or whatever..
We went out for a meal at Pizza Express which was funny for its own reasons, then it was a walk back home for a evening of card games, scrabble then me laying in bed for hours thinking of things to draw before falling asleep.
Ellie Thornton Music 