Today was the last day of college before that oh so joyous (my arse) day we call Christmas. People often say to me “How can you hate Christmas? You get to spend time with your family and it is really cheery and cheesy.” That precisely there, is why I hate Christmas. It’s horrible trapped in the house for at least a few days with my mother. Maybe I would enjoy it more if I had more of a family but as I don’t we will never know.
In my younger years Christmas would have started off at my house with my mum and at some point mid morning would have migrated over to my grandparents house for Christmas dinner, catching up with my great-uncle & great-aunties and general festive merriment. Now it is 2007, My Grandfather and one of my great-aunties passed on many years ago, then just a few months ago my remaining great-auntie and great-uncle have also passed away, my Nan is still with us though thankfully, in the physical sense anyway but is currently incarcerated in a building that seems to have been created by the same architect that came up with the hotel in the shinning. (I’ll get back to that later) So this Christmas around the dinner table will sit; me and my mother. You have no idea how pathetic it seems when it comes to cracker pulling.
Today after being released from Strodes till I am forced to return on the 6th of January, a few things happened. First thing to happen was I vowed to have my revenge upon David-Fucking-Ginger-Fucktard-Faulkner, he informed my business teacher that we had to attend her lesson even though she thought the college day finished before her lesson began, then he fucks off home why we go to business. After this a few of my friends and I went to relax and de-stress in the best way there is… with beer. Then after this we went had a meal and I had many laughs and a bloody good day, despite Maxwell being a right annoying and rude prick at times. (I am truly amazed it has taken this long for me to complain about him in some way in my blog)
Then I had to leave my friends as today my Nan got moved from hospital and into a new nursing home, so me and my Mum went to visit her and see how she was settling in. This place is without a doubt the most scariest place I have been in my life. It is the perfect seen for a horror film. It’s bleak and dark inside, it made me think of a hospital that could have been last used in the 1930′s, and I suppose considering the buildings current use it well could of been an old hospital. The corridors in this building seem to stretch out forever without an end ever coming into site and as you walk down these endless corridors you are greeted with a variety of moans and groans as you pass various doors. At one stage on our expedition through the corridors of the Nursing Home we passed a kitchen and I looked through the door and there is a chef standing there staring at me with a huge-fuck-off knife in his hands. This did not help with me finding this place bloody terrifying. What also didn’t help that in half of the rooms patients seemed to be strapped to the bed and in every room there are contraptions (which I can only assume are as close to chains as NHS inspectors allow) hanging from the ceiling. I later found out these contraptions are because the nurses aren’t allowed to lift patients out of bed as it is against health and safety. Lazy Fucks.
