
What does Boxing Day mean to you?

Does it mean you spend the day sleeping in and nursing a monster hangover and sore belly?

Does it mean you spend the day playing with all your new toys?

Does it mean you hit the shops instantly and spend what little money you have left on all the sales?

Or does it mean you actually watch boxing?

So far I've stressed because I thought I heard the garbage truck pass by this morning (two days early) and we really need our recycling bin to be emptied because Harry forgot to take it out last time and we've had to start filling up the shed with boxes of rubbish, I've played the Wii and laughed my butt off at how funny Rabbid's Go Home is, I've eaten too much Swiss cheese, applied for a bazillion jobs online, watched an episode of Underbelly, done the laundry, had a lengthy discussion with Harry on what would be better: Tivo or a ps3 with Play TV (by the way, which would be better?) and wished desperately I had money I could waste down at the shops today *sigh*

Holidays are grand.
























