Last of the presents wrapped. Soup and sandwich ate. Into town shortly now to meet up with friends and get smashed.
Hope it all works out for you, Mike.
Don’t overdo it and end up suffering throughout the big day, mate.
Not a chance, mate. I’ll leave that to the dipsos like @ChocolateMice to post away in the drink suicide thread on Christmas Day after trying to fill the void in his life with craft beers.
The cunt.
Thoughts and prayers .
Cant put a price on health and happiness Mike. Speedy recovery to your mother and hopefully its not long before she’s cooking brussel sprouts for Christmas dinner again.
I love you, brah.
Gravy base, stuffing, bread sauce and ham all done. I think I’ll leave the ham to cool off for a few hours in the cooking liquid, will bake it in the oven then tomorrow.
It’s snowing here!
I fucking hid her selfs present when it arrived and I can’t fucking find the fucking thing.
I’m absolute seething.
Scalextric from my late uncle in 1988 was the best Christmas present I ever got.
I must go up to the attic and bring it back down to Galway with me on the GoBus the next time I’m up in Dublin.
I am all set, I can safely say it now
Never change bud
Mrs J is putting the little lady down. I’m sitting watching some morecambe and wise while peeling spuds for 12 for tomorrow having a glass of shiraz. Happy Christmas
She’ll never buy that story.
Buon Natale, guys.
I still can’t fucking find it. Im at my wits end.
Flatty. You deserve your own tv series. You put Frank Spencer in the ha’penny place