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December 1st

Hoppy Christmas Festive IPA 7.2%

This is nice. It's strong enough but doesn't taste like petrol. It's kind of chocolaty. Heavy but not too heavy. Could drink a crate of easily.

Christmas film watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Some American thing from like the 70's which is ok.

Finished Spiderman. The last battle was not the hardest battle. Did a bit of wrapping and tried to put things in places they shouldn't be put. Failed on that one but will try again later.

Elves have a certain knack for toy-making apparently.

I need to take some time to put the Christmas records on. I think I will play the Bright Eyes one later. And definitely put the Velocity Girl single on. I like that.

Work posted me an advent calendar which I am assuming they did to everyone because they are desperate to go bankrupt. Usually they just give us a cheap one and all the children I work with want to eat them all in one day. Because thats super cool.

Merry Christmas - I love you.

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