Tomorrow I'm working in the pub during the day, and then the following night. They're worlds apart; the day shift is slow work-wise, with lots of chatting to the few regulars who come in; the night shift is super busy but consequently flies by (and we have a chat and a couple of pints before cleanup and closing.)

So far I've had three days where the owner of the pub told me it'd be quiet and not to bother coming in. This kind of sucked, as I want the experience, the cash and the something-to-do, but also totally understandable, since he did me a favour by taking me on and if there's no need for me there's no need for me.

We're having Christmas in my sister's house this year. Last year was the first time we did it outside of my mother's house, and it was great, because my Dad didn't have to feel out of place. The only people who caused any complaint were my mother and one of my sisters who always causes arguments, and consequently none of us look forward to her coming home - currently she's teaching in London. My sister Claire and I have decided to have a "when Yvonne does something aggravating" drinking game between ourselves.

Nollaig Shona daoibh!