Random list making

I’m sorry I appear to be neglecting this site at the moment. It’s that busy time of year. I am in the process of trying to get lots of things done at work before everyone disappears for Christmas as my January looks mad, while fitting in the pre-Christmas work ‘meetings’ (otherwise known as an excuse to eat cake) and then trying to do something to prepare for Christmas and attend some parties!

 So in the place of any time to post long and interesting stories, I’m going to resort to a list again:

1. I went to the UWI Carol Service on Sunday which was excellent as usual. And as usual saw loads of people who I hadn’t seen since last year which was nice. So that made me feel all Christmassy.

2. I’m eating too much cake and not going to the gym enough. And that is before the sorrel was made at home last night and added into the equation.

3. I have yet to buy a single Christmas present for anyone living in Jamaica. And the plazas are mad. I intend to take a day next week and go in early when hopefully I can find a parking space and get it all done at once! And I still don’t know what to buy the man – he has informed me that I can to a golf shop, tell them his name and they will point out lots of things that he likes. However, that seems too boring to me so am searching my brain for an alternative…

4. I’m becoming hooked to the new TBS show ‘My boys.’ It’s not exactly rocket science but it makes me laugh – which is what is needed at 10 on a Tuesday night.

5. I have finally sent my Christmas cards to Englad. Which means if any of my UK friends are reading this, I’m sorry but they will be late! But be glad you are getting them at all – I was queuing for so long at the post office to send them that they nearly ended up in the bin instead.

6. I was proposed to! On Sunday! Well, not really proposed to, more like I was told that I was going to get married. Via my father. By the carpenter guy. My dad saw the carpenter and told him that I needed some bookcases making for my new house and when he heard that I would be moving in there on my own, he informed my father that he was going to marry me and move in with me to keep me safe.

Oh well, if all else fails, at least I know I won’t become a scary old cat lady on my own!