Boxing day.

This is my dog. He is a bit of a pain in the arse, but he's my pain in the arse, and I miss him so much when I'm away from home for a long time.

Today, Helen and I cycled into town. I bought a mad new dress. Then we cycled back. Kidderminster is such a depressing place these days. About 80% of the old shops in town have closed, making way for the newer, modern bit the town, which shouldn't have been allowed to be built if you ask me.

Mum and Helen argued so much today. I grumpily sat in the lounge, practically on top of the fire (like a cat) trying my best to ignore everyone. I'm no good at Christmas.