Yes, I do spend Christmas with my mother

1. So.
I think this year we ignored Christmas with even more than our usual helping of oomph.
No tree, no cards, no family, no turkey.
I sat by the fire with a book and sipped some fuckingtastic wine.
Then in bed by 11pm on Christmas eve.

2. But!
Around 3am, some rustling-tumbling-scratching woke me up.
Mmm. Closed door. Still, it looked like a ‘the cat brought in a mouse’ situation. I jumped out of bed, put on my riot gear (a tshirt) and investigated. One by one, I lifted every piece of furniture for the cat to pounce. The mouse was found, delicately seized between sharp teeth, and released for more fun and games. I gave up around 4am, left the situation, and slept on the sofa.

3. As I type, we have no idea of the whereabouts of my nocturnal christmas present. it could be anywhere. I dare not sleep.

4. Merry bleeding Christmas to me.