And a Happy Epiphany to all my readers!
Been here. And there a bit. And ill. And also cut off from the internet. That was what banjaxed my Happy Xmas message. Free gift from Pipex. So after all the dust has settled I have decided to recognise Twelfth Night this year.
I got lovely presents, including pyjama trousers that have saved my life. Well, they mean I can walk around downstairs without freezing to death. Why? Because we have to leave the back door open so that the cat can go in and out because someone (a previous owner here) put neutron bomb shielding on the outside of the garden door, to stop burglars kicking in the wooden patch covering an older cat flap. So we inherited a door designed to repel alien invasion, and one that would be comfortable seeing off any power tools Peckham could muster. So it was a toss up for my present really - soopah doopah drill - or pyjama trousers. I'm sure you can follow the reasoning.
We were also given some special 'Christmas' coffee, which sat in the cupboard till yesterday. Now it is no longer in the cupboard but is in the garden with a stake through its heart.
I caught some sort of cold on the way back from seeing The Golden Compass on the Sunday before Christmas. Could have been someone on the bus, or it could have been the result of assault by a cast of wacky characters for more than two hours. One new one every twenty seconds, roughly. That sort of thing can lower even the strongest man's immunity, you know.
Tried to see the Terra Cotta Warriors at the British Museum but they wouldn't let us in. Guess it'll have to be the Chelmsford Warriors then. I'm sure they would be glad of our attentions.
So, it's a long cold January ahead, with only the remnants of a shop bought Xmas pud to cheer us up.
Happy New Years to all.