I'll stop at nothing to avoid using negative numbers.

Dobrý den and bonjour!

I have recently (ish) upped my total number of countries visited this year to a whopping SEVEN (Thailand, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, America, France and Czech Republic). Although it has been a brilliant year for travelling, sadly it may be the most travelling I will ever do. Bit depressing, really.

The Prague trip was a little spontaneous, with @hollandizzle sorting it out in about 40 minutes flat. Being the hip, happening kind of gals we are, we stayed in a penthouse apartment in the centre of Prague - fancy! In just 3 days we managed to cover everything in Prague, including the castle, changing of the guard, that weird clock thing, Dali exhibition, a cathedral, a Czech food market, a very seedy sex museum and burning through a 1300 Kroner bar bill in an Irish bar, obv.

One thing to mention - Czech people have KILLER accents when they're speaking English. Like Borat. Hilarious. I wish I had written this sooner, because I have forgotten pretty much everything else about Prague. That'll learn me.

Marjatron (mum) and I popped over to Paris in November to see Sophatron (sister). Paris being quite expensive, Soph's student house has about 1000 students in it and only 3 bedrooms, so mum and I sensibly opted for a nearby hotel. Over the following few days we ate our bodyweight in peppered steak and visited the Louvre and Musee D'Orsay, climbed the Arc de Triumphe and saw the Eiffel tower.

Didn't bother going up it though, it was absolutely pissing down. Nightmare. Due to a minor balls up on the way back we ended up in first class on the Eurostar, result!

In work news, I managed to pull off the most mortifying and embarrassing moment of my life at my very first office party. You're gonna love this... long story short, I vommed in the back of my boss' car on another collegue's lap. Classy. You literally can't make this stuff up. Needless to say I spent the rest of the weekend riding the SS Humiliation round a degrading spiral of shame. I tried to creep to my desk unnoticed on the Monday morning... the spiral of shame continued for around a week and a half. It makes me cringe even thinking about that night, and it's certainly not a memory I will cherish. And not one to be repeated. EVER. 

In Jesus news, it was Christmas a few days ago. As is standard in the Christopher house, we have ploughed through INORDINATE amounts of food and the overindulgence has literally been uncontrollable. 

On Christmas eve, @Miss_AmyL, @hollandizzle and I attended our local church's nativity play and lowered the tone by singing rude versions of the carols. This put us in a great mood, and we were so drunk with Christmas spirit we ended up attending midnight mass at St Paul's cathedral. Upon deciding this was on the agenda for the evening, we were rolling on the floor killing ourselves laughing because apparently this was a particularly hilarious thing to do. Not so funny when you're in a 45 minute queue in Arctic conditions with 1500 Chinese tourists just to get in to the bloody place. Anyway, having warmed up our voices earlier in the night, we treated the 2000-strong congregation to a stunning rendition of Silent Night, then left half an hour in because it was getting a bit dull. One thing worth mentioning about the service; during one of the prayers one of the vicars...

...was banging on about how it's great that people work hard etc then he said "may those who do not [work hard] be struck down". You heard it here first: work hard, lest you BE STRUCK DOWN!!


On that slightly harsh note, we draw to a close. That about sums up my life for the last 4 months. 


You're welcome.
Luce x