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Eat, walk, eat, walk, DVD, sleep. Repeat. Now that, my friends, is what Christmas is all about. (Besides the presents, of course.) Happy holidays!
Do I get bored? Nope. How do I manage? I get by. Did I watch it as a kid? Sure I did. For at least 2 solid hours a day, after school on mum's ugly brown sofa, in a sea of mint green carpet, always upside down. Perhaps that (and any reality TV show involving singing/weight/DIY) has left me scarred for life.
I spent a few delicious hours at Columbia Road today, perched in the sunshine at the Royal Oak, sipping (erm, sculling) mulled wine and watching the flower market go by. I tell ya what, the kids down there sport some mighty impressive fringes — even if I do say so myself. It was a visual feast of bangs and blooms. Three for a fiver anyone?!

Dear Santa,
Thanks to the lovely folk at Liberty and their amazing sale, I've managed to acquire a large portion of the previously mentioned A.P.C collection. Thus you'll be happy to know this item can be struck off my Christmas list. Now, about that rabbit...