I feel so ill (self-inflicted - I neither expect nor want sympathy) that I haven't even yet opened my stocking, which is sitting outside my bedroom door. All I actually want for Christmas is a pain-free head.

Anyhoo, I offer you some pre-prepared Christmas-ish pictures. I am off to try not to be sick, dry my hair and make my head work again.

I am Santa baby!

This is what happens when you don't wash behind your ears... (God how pose-y do I look?)

Pay me a tenner and I'll keep them on until January.

I don't know what noise reindeer make. If I did I'd do it.

Me, yesterday, presumably grinning BECAUSE I WASN'T HUNGOVER THEN!

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