Lounge Lizard

I do so love this interlude between Christmas and New Year, which inevitably arrives for me not a moment too soon. Just as my head is about to explode, and I'm ready to call Christmas off completely, along comes a week where the livin' is easy, the TV is stellar, the chocolate and wine are plentiful and the elasticated waist is my NBF. Yes indeedy, that new loungewear set you got for Christmas? It's about to come into its own, my friend. (sidenote-hats off to whoever took the lowly PJs, doubled the price and sold them to us all as loungewear - genius!)

Mine, all mine!!!!

Now that the leftovers have been covered with cling film, and the industrial amounts of packaging are stuffed into the recycling bin, its time to sit down with a reheated mincepie or three, surf the sales, watch 'The Wizard of Oz' and turn a resolute blind eye to the numerous selection boxes being quietly consumed beside me by my offspring. I'm enjoying a gentle stroke of  my new hairy leopard print iPad cover, (You gorgeous thing! I shall never tire of your beauty), while luxuriating in clouds of new perfume, and wearing my new wedge heels with my Jammies....just cos it's Christmas.
As a stocking filler,  Loverboy had thoughtfully bought me piles of magazines - 'Cosmopolitan', 'Company' and 'Marie Claire'. They're all far too young for me of course- I just can't muster up the interest for 'decoding his body language' (I'll just cut to the chase and ask him), or even in oglying the naked Christmas 'Mc Fly' shoot. (Manboys just aren't my thing). So I'll quietly change them for the more age appropriate 'Grazia' and 'She' and even (eeeeek) 'Good Housekeeping'- more spanx than spandex I suppose! The contrarily twisted irony is, that if he HAD bought me a subscription for Good Housekeeping, I'd have been bloody raging- it would have been the equivalent to unwrapping a new ironing board. (Is that how you see me!!!!!!)

In the same flattering vein, was the too small underwear I received- (36C as opposed to my more generous 38DD), and the compliment was all the richer for it. Admittedly though, had he unwittingly erred on the larger side, my reaction may have been decidedly more chilly. In truth, half the pleasure of this gift is perversely imagining him wandering aimlessly around the lingerie section of M&S, desperately avoiding the eye of the helpful matron with a tape measure round her neck, praying he won't bump into anyone he knows, and fumbling to pay and get of there as fast as possible....Yep, still loving it!
So, in the immortal words of Freddie Mercury, thank God it's Christmas, and consequently my plans for the rest of the day will be full on between  programming the sky+ for the week ahead, having a bath, reading Hello, eating turkey on toast, and drinking wine. And not necessarily in that order. But first, it's high time I slipped into that loungewear.......