‘It’s a silly season and I’m exhausted’ Rubbish Day

It was my birthday yesterday. It’s Christmas in a week. The children are on holiday. The bloodhound and/or the boychild keep waking me before 5. I am exhausted. I was too exhausted even to deal with rubbish on my own this morning. I recruited a special helper.

And so, without further ado, our rules for the silly season:

1. If it is shiny and garish, wear it.

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2. If it stands still, decorate it with something shiny and garish. (Don’t bother counting your grey hairs; you’ll be earning more over the next month.)

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3. If it’s not still, dance with it.

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Twice!

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4. If it’s a Barbie undress it and cover it it in plasters; lose all the tiny shoes and cry about that often.

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5. Cling to your sense of humour like it is the last good thing on Earth.

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6. Keep twirling, even when you get dizzy.

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Happy week to each and everyone.

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