Ed: Mum, Ross and I… we… BROKE UP!…

Mum: It’ll be ok – it’s only for a couple of days… and you do have a girlfriend…

Ed: IT’S JUST NOT THE SAME!

 

After wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes and comfort binging on all 24 advent calendar chocolates that had accumulated whilst I’d been at Ross’ house, I’d calmed down a bit… Ross and I decided Christmas was a family occasion, so no matter how valuable our faces, or how weighed down our arms were with BFF bracelets, we parted ways.  I had a glorious time.

 

The Moyse family Christmas is a little unusual – because there’s 7 of us, we can’t remember who’s who, so a couple of years ago, we had a brilliant idea to raffle presents between my siblings.  We’d all buy one good, one medium, and one terrible present to add to the random lucky dip.  This year I lucked out with a box of celebrations, a telescopic fork, candy underwear and a board game… but you could end up with a melon, Tesco value jelly, baked beans and Baconnaise, as my brother Ben once did (I’ve posted Christmas raffle results into the previous blog entry for your amusement).

 

As if present roulette wasn’t enough to get our hearts pumping, it was time for the traditional Christmas day 1000 press-ups, to work up a beastly appetite.  No joke.  I’m finding it really hard to type right now.  Blog end.