Another Christmas Day over. Boxing day, the official pyjama day has started off nicely, sitting on the the sofa watching all the Christmas TV specials I missed yesterday. This Christmas was especially quiet and uneventful, but not without it's highlights including beating my dad home in a tantalizing car race.

Driver 1 drives a big mercedes and Driver 2 (thats me) drives a micra, it's cute but the size of a shoebox. By chance we meet each other on the dual carriageway and I stay close behind him. I could overtake him at this point but it would involve breaking 3 laws, which normally I might do so late at night, but not when Driver 1 is your dad who pays the insurance. Lets be sensible. My opportunity finally comes when I'm able to cut through the town centre while he bypasses. I flash a few red lights, they turn green and I beat him to the round-about where I have right of way. Just 2secs later and I would have been defeated. But I remain victorious.

It is now only 11days until I fly back to Vancouver. 6 more long shifts at work. 2 Sundays @ First Lisburn Presby C. 2 more pay cheques. 1 NYE shindig. Once more I have to make sure I see peeps, pack sensibly and leave my affairs in order. Starting right now.

I'm going to go eat some turkey.