Haven't been the same since my teenage lobotomy

Ye gods, the bablet is finally asleep.  I really should be using the next hour to race around doing any of the following:  washing up/finishing my xmas decs/writing cards/wrapping presents/buying more presents/doing laundry...  but instead I am rambling aimlessly on here and am actually rather tempted to sneak in the last 20 mins of Enter the Dragon that I fell asleep through the other night.  (I'd forgotten quite how funktastic that film is.)
   
You can tell when G isn't here because I slip into a state of dietary and spiritual subsistence, getting by on cheese and kung fu movies.  The rest of the time it's nursery rhymes on Spotify... though I've moved on to xmas carols today, to get Micro and me into the spirit of things.
  
Normally by this date I have morphed into a terrifying, deranged Anthea-Kirsty Christmas monster, with the entire house decked out with festivities and my xmas day menu all planned and a sparkling pile of home-made Nigella chilli jams all lined up in the kitchen.  This year I am more like a girl whose brain was accidentally replaced by lime jelly... "If only Jellyhead could get to the presents". 
  
I will come out and confess though that I caught a few mins of Kirsty's homemade xmas the other day and didn't heckle.  In fact I quite liked her home-made garland.  I guess I am not really cured at all.  I might have to watch that ep on 4OD...