Endless.

My mum knows 2 things about me.

1. That I am careless and can't be trusted to look after a small bag of walnuts.
2. That I am an ungrateful cow, and I have no heart.

This is based on:
1. Me getting my purse stolen in Paris when I was 19.
2. I once made her return a huge, hideous, hideous, Christmas present.

Mum's spending Christmas with me, she sounds really excited
about the present she's bought me. From what she's saying, it's big too.

Oh god.

I've a feeling this Christmas will feel endless.