Excuse the subject title parody of brand David Guetta there but Lord, am I feeling festive this year.
It's a bizarre irony to read the day's press, dominated by travel chaos, whilst in the midst of it yourself in the Gatwick departure lounge. But that's exactly what I'm doing on 3 hours sleep and watching as the hours of delay continue to rack up for my flight to Granada on the board.
But it's not all festive doom and gloom. Whilst my bastard parents have jetted off to Australia to visit my sister, I'm taking myself off for 5 days of lush food and hefty amounts of booze with friends in Andalucia. The flight delay can't spoil my mood.
Bjorn's final act as he parted for Christmas was to take me to one side and announce that he's put in a formal request for my payrise. Then my courier gave me a bottle of Jack for Christmas. My courier! So positively overflowing with festive spirit have I been that I even bought Trophy_Wife a Christmas present.
To top things off the day I return to London I have a date with an absolute delight whom I've had my eye on for a while.
So this is me signing off for Christmas. I hope you're feeling as fucking festive as me dear readers!
