That's another Christmas out of the way.
Tony says that next year he's going to cut out Christmas lunch altogether, and just spend all of the time at the pub.
It was he who prepared this year's festive lunch, and although at the time the idea of turkey burgers and chicken pizza sounded great, when the food arrived at the table yesterday, I thought twice. Of course, I thanked the fat bastard for his efforts, but to be quite honest, even if I was a dog, I would have thought twice before tucking ino the food that was served to me.
Tony just laughed and said that thankfully we had loads of strong lager and whisky to fall back on, and that at the end of the day, it's not as though we're going to die of malnutrition, because we ate nothing all day yesterday.
Thankfully it's been business as usual today, and after eating a disgustingly unhealthy breakfast, we managed to sober up enough at lunchtime, to nip out for a couple of cheeseburgers.
It's not been a bad Christmas, despite her downstairs keeping us up all night with her loud reggae music and her kids running wild. Tony says that he hopes that they get deported in the new year, and that a decent English person moves into the flat.
We're now off to the pub to spend what's left of our unemployment benefit.