I’m bored – I thought I’d have a mooch around my favourite sites, but only Cobweb & Gnome have updated and although I enjoy their stories a great deal – I’ve read them three times already. Yes, I know it’s Christmas – everything grinds to a halt. Unfortunately I’m not the grind to a halt kind, hence the revamped web site – which someone must be looking at, at the moment because my ears are burning.

Quite an enjoyable Christmas l suppose – normal sort of thing. We had visitors staying for a couple of days and I became the hostess with the mostest. Which roughly translates to me working my Christmas socks off – and don’t say pull the other one it’s got bells on, because both socks have bells on. See what happens when I'm bored - I'm now taking pictures of socks.






Thank you, Tracy, you never cease to surprise me. What with those and the George Clooney belly bar, I was truly astound. Yes, another Christmas tradition – we have to get each other a tacky present to go with the main one. Not that George Clooney is at all tacky. She out did me this year, my heart wasn’t in it, she got Marks & Spencers chocolate covered brandy snaps instead – which she likes, OK.

I think that come next year – I’m going to insist on spending Christmas with just family. It’s lovely having friends stop, but incredibly hard work – help wasn’t very forthcoming. In fact I got the ‘I know how you like the kitchen to yourself when you’re cooking’ speech. Himself did offer to help with the veggies, but to be honest he’s that slow we’d have been eating our Christmas dinner on Boxing Day.

I was slightly put out I’ll admit it – they were sat watching the telly, drinking one of my Christmas presents and doing sudok puzzles whilst I was preparing everyone’s feast. Yes, OK, I’m a sucker – I should have said something, but I was feeling guilty for actually having evil thoughts in the first place. The thoughts in question distinctly lacking in Christmas spirit – any sort of spirit in fact, including the alcohol kind, which they’d already polished off when I did get five minutes to sit down. Yes, I'm sure it was a very nice Chardonnary, totally wasted on someone who complained that it wasn't particularly sweet! See, evil thoughts.

I had brought several bottles of wine to drink with the dinner and the friend in question had also brought three bottles with her – it’s just that hers were Tesco’s Hock, at £1.98 a bottle and my taste buds just couldn’t take it. I let them drink it instead and Himself sneaked me a glass of Pinot Grigio that I’d opened the day before and hidden in the back of the fridge. I’m not going to pretend to be a wine buff, I just know what I like and Tesco’s Hock isn’t on the list.

Himself is off to London with a friend tomorrow. He’s delivering a car transporter and asked Himself along for the company. So true to form I'll worry until he's safely home. I’m planning on checking my website – just in case my fiddling has caused a few problems and then having another bash at James and Jay, which I’m having a few problems with – yet again. Yes I know – but genius doesn’t come naturally to everyone. Of course the problem being I’ve another idea in the offing – just not quite sure how it will pan out. Time will tell.