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A Blue Christmas Without YouPosted on Thursday 20 December 2007 at 03:34 - Post Comment
Today I'm feeling kind of sad. This'll be our first real Christmas away from all you folks back home, apart from when we were travelling but that didn't really count.
We are both missing everyone from the UK, and I have just read a couple of cards and emails that have really brought it all home to me. Life experiences and stuff really can't replace people at times like these. T and I sat together last night and discussed what we'd be doing for Christmas Day, and whilst by no means depressing, it certainly isn't the same as seeing all the bits and pieces of family and friends that we have both collected over the years.
Who'd have thought we'd be upset about this, when only last year we were bemoaning the amount of running about that we'd be doing over the 2 days! That bird Joanie (or Jodie, or Jonnie or whoever) Mitchell had it right when she said 'you don't know what you got till it's gone'.
In addition to just the Christmas blues, I'm fed up with immigration taking so long, with NZ Post for not delivering stuff to us that was posted from the UK over three weeks ago, with stupid employers not employing T when she is so obviously the best thing that would ever happen to them, with my mountainbike that now needs new crank bearings, with the kittens for sale at the pet shop being ridiculously cute and making me want to take them home right now when the one we have is more than enough, with stupid drunks ringing our doorbell every night at 3am or thereabouts, with the ridiculous radio ads for 'Sperminex' or 'Spermomax' or any other thing that will apparently help the Kiwi man in the bedroom (no wonder they are all so paranoid about it here - it must be all these stupid ads!), and overall - right now - with being here when everyone we really care about is 12000 miles away over there.
Notorious for always looking on the bright side of life, for always finding the silver lining to any cloud, and for always being the chipper cheeky chappy, I find that I have just about had it. There. I've said it. I have the arse-hole. The hump. I am being a mardi-arse, and am generally feeling sorry for myself, my wife, and for our situation here. I know people have it much much worse, but it doesn't help a massive amount right now and all I want to do is get shit-faced for the next 2 weeks and wave two fingers to the world. My paddling pool is full to the brim with self pity and I'm having a good old wallow.
Wallow wallow wallow.
Normal service may, or may not, be resumed shortly once I've sunk a few this evening.
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