Happy Christmas!

It's Christmas Day and I'm blogging, but that's because the non-meat loaf just needs putting in the oven, wine for lunch is breathing on the table and if I was in the kitchen I'd be spectacularly in Dad's way.

This is not the Christmas I was expecting, this is not the Christmas I'd had planned, but this is a Christmas I'm grateful for and happy to be having.

I had grand plans to email Ollie and tell him what a dick he is, but it would have been a waste of my time. I'm realising that anyone that selfish and thoughtless will never realise how much hurt he is capable of causing. Instead, I'm enjoying two days off work and relishing the peace and quiet at my Dad's. It's lovely to be back in Glasgow, but being out in the sticks for a couple of days is good for the head and the heart.

I'd do some sort of retrospective of this year, but at the moment I'm not about looking backwards. Instead I'm going to tell you the things I want to do next year, in a sort of pre-emptive New Year's Resolution style. Just it won't be "eat less cake" or "not eat my bodyweight in Quality Street". No, this is NYR with a difference.

So, in 2013 I plan to (in rough chronological order):

Go to London with Jess and enjoy Gothic graveyards, creepy tours and general merriment.

Find a swing dancing class and start dancing again.

Get a volunteering position at Glasgow Science Centre, with a view to re-applying for jobs that come up.

Start the process of buying my first house.

Head to Hamburg to see Cassia after too bloody long.

Run my first 10K, which will be the Women's 10K on the 12th of May. Now I've written it, I have to do it!

Fly out to South Africa to spend a week with Lyndsey and then maybe spend a week either on safari or in the wine country.

Those are the Big Plans I have, the small plans mostly consist of enjoying the fuck out of being back in a city I adore, back with my friends and family, and getting excited about the prospects available to me now I don't have to drag around an emotional dead weight.

So, in conclusion, fuck you very much, Ollie. You arrogant, selfish, lying piece of shit. I have better things to do with my time than think about you. So this is the last time I will mention you, because I really, really have nothing more to say about you. You are just that unimportant to me now.

Merry Christmas guys, and a Happy New Year when it gets here, I hope it's brought happiness, and I hope next year is kind to you.

See you in 2013,

Nina xxx