We had a lovely Christmas, thank you, and I hope yours was the same. I got, among other wonderful things, an immersion blender, Denis Leary's book, which is hilarious - and wonder of wonders, an electric blanket, which I've been screaming for because my bedroom is so damn cold in winter. Yay, I'm all cozy! And Sarah replaced my bathrobe, which had begun to become a hissing and a byword...I loved it, but it was ten years old, falling apart, and covered in the ghosts of a million dinners, due to my happy habit of just wiping my paws on it while I was cooking. Next year, somebody should buy me an apron.
And I cooked and cleaned and cooked and cleaned, and...Joshua enlivened the scene by deciding, on Christmas morning when I was trying to cook breakfast for five people, to cook his own breakfast at exactly the same moment. We all felt this was extremely unnecessary. I felt that it was grounds for murder, but I was stirring some eggs at the time and didn't have time to get around to it.
Anyway, this is a necessarily short post because I want to go downstairs (don't even ask about the router problems that make it impossible to operate Joshua's computer anywhere but my bedroom) and do nothing in particular for a while.