I bought four jam doughnuts on the way home; Mum and Dad had one each, I had the other two. Wish I'd saved one for tomorrow :(

I'm getting a bit worried about the work's Christmas meal on Saturday. Frances was telling me that Steve sometimes sets the paper hats (apparently we *have* to wear them throughout the whole thing) on fire if he gets bored. I made a mental note to sit as far away from him as possible.
I don't know what to wear. I don't know how formal it is. Some investigating is required methinks.

I realised that this will be my first Christmas that I won't be getting a fortnight off, instead it will just be a few days. Welcome to the real world, huh?