You know, the toast isn't even warm.

Boxing Day was hard. Zombified staff, madcap guests, and, for me, a head full of stuff and things. But it was also glorious. There was a great deal of silliness, I am eternally thankful for an awfully lovely person at a terribly shit moment, and there was, of course, the comfort of leftover turkey and an abundance of matresses. Hurrah.