Good, so far we survived it.

Buying gifts at the Mö was hell once again. Grouchy clusters of humans queezing and pushing through the shops.

It's each year the same. You know it exactly, but we lay hands upon ourself again and again. I guess, it's some kind of collective masochism that force us to go shopping during a long saturday.

The christmas parties wasn't so bad either. As usual, the party with my colleagues ended in alcoholexcesses.
Arnd couldn't resist to take a shot at Britta again. You have to admit it. He's obstinate.

Ah, well. I had to lose it. I also never no, when it's time to quit.

On th other hand christmas eve with the dear family was really nice. The boy was so excited. Even Dad didn't babble so much nonsense.

Now I just want to sit here and relax.

What're you doing, dear?

Uh, nothing.

Although,... the new-years-eve-gauntlet-run at the Landungsbrücken must still be edured. After that another year is done.

Well, then... happy new year!