The black acidic runny poop is a sure giveaway that I ate at a restaurant last night

Has been a week.

On Tuesday I had my final ever appointment with my psychodynamic psychotherapist.  I made it awkward by admitting I had some complex platonic feelings about him (fortunately I don't think he will ever read through this, and definitely not enough to find the period when I was less convinced they were platonic).

Also means my last time walking the three-mile-hill to my flat.

Thursday had a nice dinner out with David, Simon and Joe.  After which Simon made us watch Paddington as neither me nor David had seen it and had nixed his suggestion of Paddington 2 because of that.  And then an episode of This is Going to Hurt for a fleshier (if rake thin) version of Paddington's voice.

Also on Thursday, the Russian I had been chatting to for months finally confirmed my suspicion that he was a romance scammer by L-bombing and then claiming to need a borrow money for a week.  I had been hoping I was wrong and that he might have just been looking to fake interest in me in order to get partner entry into NZ.  But no, regular money scam.  Not sure why he didn't give up the first time I should signs of being a suspicious person - much time wasted chatting to me when I was not giving the wanted responses to early questions.

Friday I wrapped my presents for people.  Which aggravated my shoulder and led to much discomfort.  Also had for got to buy wrapping paper this year so several things were wrapped in pages ripped from the instructions to a Lego castle (a set I have four of so could destroy one instruction set without worry).

Saturday, family Christmas being done of Christmas eve.
My mother's house smells of dogs that aren't quite house-trained.
My mother is my mother.
Dinner was generic unfestive hotel restaurant.
I had roast of the day (which still somehow managed to disagree with me, actually was probably the chocolate brownie dessert that made my guts unhappy).

 

[edit, evening]
Today, did Christmas lunch with Midget's family.
Played Mario Kart with her daughter, discovering she had never played it two player before and being somewhat disappointed those parents had not worked the trick out.
Then home to sleep until a slightly late dinner of leftovers sandwiches.  And still being too tired to actually do anything.