No pictures today

And trust me, loyal readers, that's a good thing! Did you all have a good christmas? Remember, before answering, I am merely a collection of words and cannot hear your reply. Leave a comment if you did (or didn't) and I'll be sure to ignore it. 

I paradoxically did and didn't! I had a Cold (Still do) and my Sleep Cycle is playing.

Well, that's a lie. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Let me go on about it...IN DETAIL!
Our story begins on Christmas Eve, where my clan (plus Oma - Remember Oma? She was mentioned before - look for her name, comment it to me and you'll win a prize) went over to my Aunt Sophia's and my absolutely horrible Uncle Dave's house. This man is responsibile for my absolute hatred of Scotland and her mighty Highland (and Lowland) people. 

Anyway, with a civil tongue (and the promise of a Tenner), we entered and waited the arrival of my Uncle Andre, Aunt Fiona and Cousin Edwin. Edwin's nice enough (the more tolerable of the two) but is still an idiot. He seems to enjoy attempting to goard me and my brother into fighting. (At my Aunt's wedding, he successfully convinced me to pour Shampoo into my Brother's soup). Anyway, tonight was no different, and as usual (Simon was enjoying his soup, and punched me) I ignored him. We played Party Games and then sat down to a delicious Christmas Buffet. I ate merrily, little knowing it would be the last thing I would be able to keep down. (Starting to see the reason for no Pictures?)

Anyway, We exchanged gifts (I got money sneaked into my Pocket by Fiona and some Classic Who DVDs from Dad) and finally parted. 

The next day, Christmas Day. 

In the morning (actually around 12), me, Dad and Simon exchanged gifts. I gave Dad the complete Murdoch Mysteries and Simon NCIS Season 6. In return, I recieved lots of Classic Who DVD (and more money from Dad). One interesting Side note. As has become our tradition, there were absolutely NO decorations up. We used to put them everywhere! And I mean EVERYWHERE! Sometimes, even me and Simon got decorated! However, it was always Mum who was the head of the Christmas Decoration and since her passing, we have been unable to do so with the same vigor. Last year, we managed a Tree with a single row of Lights. Next time, we're aiming for the Tree and the Navitity (complete with three new additions from Me and Simon - Tradition.)

Anyway, we were all done opening presents (Oma also bought a TARDIS mug :D) and were watching our various Gifts ( First of the Murdoch Mysteries Specials) when Dad decided we were to headed over to my Aunt Fay's. 

I should point out. Fay isn't actually our Aunt. She's Aunt Fiona's (Who's married to my Uncle Andre, Dad's brother) Sister, but we've been so involved in each other lives (especially just recently), she might as well be. 

Much fun was had there. Jeremy (Rebecca - Fay's Oldest - boy) was giving death glances to his Great Grandmother (Fay's Ex-Mother in Law and my Old Maths teacher) while watching Toy Story 3. The Diet Coke was completely frozen, and Fay, Fiona and Rebecca were all in the kitchen, refusing help. I was sat next to Terry (Fay's ex Father in Law and my Gran's old Gardiner) chatting with him about articles he was writing between coughing fits. 

Dinner came, and that was good! Everything was cooked absolutely perfectly and we all had fun pulling crackers (I got a Puzzle!) and telling the horrendous jokes contained within. Edwin and Jolin (my steroid junkie cousin) were on their best behaviour (mainly because Rebecca and Megan - Fay's youngest - would've kill them otherwise). I tolerated Andre's conversational drivel with my usual good graces (IE I ignored him) and listened instead of Hana (Fay's middle child) and Joe (Her boyfriend) talking about Coby (her son) and their plans to move in the New Year. 

Afterwards, we retired to the Longue (or in young Jeremy's case, bed) for a while before we headed home. 

I was excited! 

Tomorrow was Boxing Day, the BEST DAY of the Gren year! We basically ignore the entire World (Oma is welcome - that is all), pile up food and have a DVDfest lasting the entire day. It is my favourite part of the Christmas Season, and pretty much the only day of the year you can confirm I'll have more then one meal. 

So of course, at 03:3-something in the morning, I threw up. AND LET ME TELL YOU! Christmas Dinner does NOT taste ANYWHERE near as Nice coming back UP!

I was GUTTED...literally LOL

Over the course of the day, I continued throwing up. I couldn't even keep water down. So instead of enjoying Boxing Day in all its glory, I had a migraine, and spent much of it trying to sleep on Dad's awesome bed while Simon and Dad stuffed their faces and enjoyed their DVDs. 

Yesterday, almost a week later, I managed to stomach Dry Toast. Today, I managed my first meal (Steak and Chips). Today, I am officially over the Stomach Bug, but still battling the Cold. 

This has ruined my New Year's Eve's Plans. Normally, I go over to my mate Jeremy and his Family for three days (the 30th, the 31st and the 1st) for some truly amazing food with him and their friends Jan and his Wife (her name escapes me). However, Jeremy and his Dad both catch colds easily, and suffer horribly with them. Therefore, I am remaining at Home, and probably going to go to Bed at 10. 

Well, a shite end to a reasonable Year! Roll on 2011!