...Or otherwhy's know as Boxing day.
So, christmas is finally over. I gott a load of cool pressents, including a long awaited ipod :) It's a purple nano-chromatic with 16GB!! :D Haha.
Clothes galore, and a lovely pair of trousers, bubly jumbly books.
But boxing day... the day after. The magic has rubbed off and left behind a confeti of used crackers and crubbled wrapping paper...
But this day was even worse. The family came over... My nan was there always in my face half shouting down my ear as she had yet again refused to wear her hearing aid. My Grandad sliding about the shadows saying nothing but staring at the people passing. My auntie came and imediatly blabbering on at who ever was there to listen whilst my uncle helped himself too all of the food in out kitchen, no one even paying attention to little little brat of a cousin I had who insisted on getting your attention my yanking your hair.
So, would you like to come to my hell??
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