Things are better at home. I appeased the gods. Got back into reading since it had stopped. Read Oscar Wilde to try pick up better English grammar etc. He was a bit of a clever arse but his language is slowly growing on me. Picture of Dorian grey was pretty good actually. Or is it Portrait? I've forgotten already. This winter cold is all very good when you can see it from the warmth of a pub window but to walk anywhere in it is hard work. Christmas will be upon us at any moment if we are not concentrating. I've heard Slade do their song this year so it has started. It reminds me of rooting in my mums room to discover a Star Wars toy of the Millenium Falcon and I was so chuffed. Christmas morning I waited expectantly for it. Ah mum was saving it until last! I finished unwrapping and it never came. Mum had been storing it for the woman next door. Bastard! 
I never looked for my presents again.