Christmas Time

Within a few weeks it was Christmas. I didn't like being away from home at Christmas. And it was pretty uneventful. We had a staff Christmas dinner and a secret santa, it was nice. The Czech Head chef we had that week, nicknamed 'the king of Poland', for some reason I don't know, got rather stressed out and it was a bit of a bizarre Christmas dinner.  

We had had a rather heavy one on Christmas eve, which had culminated in me going to Dicks for the first time. Dicks was the only proper nightclub in Meribel and seemed to specialise in playing French dance music. I didn't like it very much. I only like proper music. I couldn't tell you how long I had been there before I realised my housemates, the Rep and the Childcare manager had left me there. I got a taxi home and became a little annoyed (drunken rage it must be admitted) when I realised that they had locked me out. I had to knock on my bedroom window and wake up my other housemate who was very very annoyed at being woken up. 

When I got into the house I was greeted by thunderous sex noises. I was happy for them. We had been predicting it for weeks. It was the start of a beautiful friendship. I smiled, put my pillow over my head and went to sleep.