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Life is too short to do everything I want to do. The week, sadly, only has 168 hours in it and I am not on some sort of insane quest to make each and every one count. Alright, I've been on that quest for a considerable amount of time now but I'm going up a gear. Here's how.

It's been a funny few weeks... lots of things are happening, and I think I just need to step back a bit and work out whats best for me.

Someone in the office obviously has a hotline to the BBC...

As luck would have it, my parents have moved Christmas forward a week so we can get the whole family together. As Kate's parents are in Cambodia and her brothers and sisters going to the Chrimbo celebrations of their other halves, that leaves us with an empty house Christmas Day.

The ugly head of Christmas presents reared it's ugly head this weekend. I'm crap at them...'nuff said. I rarely, if ever, buy things for friends, mainly as the friends I have buy themselves everything they could ever need (and I'm looking at everyone here as part of that). Your ideal present is something uniquely tailored to the person, which is nigh impossible.

After almost a year of getting away with being injury-free I've managed to go through a series of issues in the last couple of weeks...