We saw Andrew's parents this afternoon, for lovely afternoon tea up in the sky at the Hilton (I don't usually approve of the Hilton, but the great thing about being in it is that you don't have to look at it) and swapped Christmas presents. And I got a birthday present.
On the train home, I looked down at the bag I was holding, that said "Happy Birthday", and thought how nice it was to have someone giving me presents, rather than presents being something to stress about, wade through crowds for, wrap, or pack.
When we got home I needed to pee, and in the time I spent in the bathroom, Andrew had already opened all his Christmas presents from his family and was hassling me to open mine so he could find out what they were too. Christmas is for children, they say, but I reckon it's just as good for the childishly excited, whatever age they are.
I usually like to wait, finding anticipation more fun than a lot of my presents turn out to be, but it can't be denied that I plan to spend this evenng with a DVD and beer I wouldn't have been able to enjoy if I hadn't been hassled into opening my presents early.
On the train home, I looked down at the bag I was holding, that said "Happy Birthday", and thought how nice it was to have someone giving me presents, rather than presents being something to stress about, wade through crowds for, wrap, or pack.
When we got home I needed to pee, and in the time I spent in the bathroom, Andrew had already opened all his Christmas presents from his family and was hassling me to open mine so he could find out what they were too. Christmas is for children, they say, but I reckon it's just as good for the childishly excited, whatever age they are.
I usually like to wait, finding anticipation more fun than a lot of my presents turn out to be, but it can't be denied that I plan to spend this evenng with a DVD and beer I wouldn't have been able to enjoy if I hadn't been hassled into opening my presents early.
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