It’s over.
No, not the lying haystack’s premiereship, that’s still limping on, although how I don’t know.
Xmas, Xmas is over, done and dusted, fabulous gifts given and received.
Cornflake and I barely left the house, the sofa that is, for ten days. Cornflake because he injured his back on Xmas morning putting on his socks, me because I’m a lazy tart who had several books to read and loads of chocolates to eat. I did put makeup on and get dressed every day, but only because I was feeding a neighbours cat. She’s very judgemental. The cat that is, not the neighbour.
Due to the bad back situation, combined with my limited nursing skills and a high level of agony for half the household, Xmas lunch didn’t happen until Boxing Day. Our dinner on Xmas day was pigs in blankets with baked beans, followed by mince pies obviously.
It was very nice.
Not our oddest Xmas day. My personal favourite was the one I spent in the car, outside a police station, knitting and watching movies on my iPad while Cornflake represented some ne’er do well inside.
So now it’s January, the longest month of the year, but l have my Fitbit on and I’m ready for action, if not quite ready to fill out my tax return just yet.
Anyhow, let’s see what this year brings. I know that might be a scary concept given the last couple of years but what choice do we have?
fat tart 