On the third day of Christmas..

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Oh sweet Groundhog Day, we're about to go to Mr Dunnit's family home and start again! But it's OK interweb, I'm ready, I can take it!
I thought you might like a brief insight into the glamour of a real blogger's Boxing day, as a sort of reality check against the previous days warm and rich family gathering. To make sure I deserved another day off today, I swept, hoovered, washed and then waxed the wood floor in our bedroom. You can't tell from the threshold, let alone from here, otherwise you'd be looking at a photo! This morning, it took me a while to work out why my knees feel bruised when I did my routine of crawling under the tree to turn on the lights! It's all glamour. How come I feel like this - that I need to offset the lovely with the erm, less lovely? Is it a gene? Have I, deep in my psyche got an inherited work ethic? Is it like pudding, you only get the nice stuff after you've eaten your greens and cleared your plate? Or is it a back log of outstanding jobs that makes me do these things on holiday days. Or maybe it's guilt. Mr Dunnit laughs and says it may be guilt, but it's just an overdue job really. Do it or don't do it. Philosophy I cannot possibly subscribe to - whatever the day....I'd do nothing!
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