Busy, busy, busy....

Over the past three days I've cried at a Nativity, almost wept with pleasure over a dessert, danced to a steel band (and ate my body weight in mince pies, thanks Ayres!!), cheered and yelled at a football match and cursed at boy racers and selfish shoppers.

Is it any wonder that all I want to do this evening is slump in front of mindless television with a couple of sweet and sour king prawn balls from Great Wall on Nunhead Green and just......chill?