My enthusiasm for Christmas is pretty much as low as it can get. I am currently making plans to either walk to the cathedral to ring for the service or attend a service at a radical church my grandfather is obsessed with, the point being that this will get me out of the house 9am–11am i.e. I avoid present giving and receiving. Not really sure why my feelings about this period of time are as strong as they are right now.

The things I like in the build up to Christmas, before the 25th, are looking sour now that I’m at home. The problem is that I have this stupid judgmental distaste for both of my parents’ lifestyles, for different reasons, and I let it get to me, and everything else looks worse than it should—compare to at university a few weeks ago, where I was enthusiastic about carols and decorations and whatever.