|He's quite a cute little goblin really.|
Just before Christmas - we drove up on the 23rd, came back on the 24th - we went to Norfolk to see my mum and Brian. My godparents were there, and my brother, his girlfriend and my nephew Harry. Harry's one now, which coincidentally is the sum total of his vocabulary. All he can say is 'cat!' As Mr Robot isn't fond of children, Harry immediately latched onto him, and spent the next few hours repeatedly shouting 'cat!' at him and handing him oranges. Every time the oranges went back in the bowl, Harry would return them to Mr Robot. It was a fun time, and I was glad to see my mum after she nearly died of pneumonia earlier this year.
We had a quiet Christmas, just the two of us with no visitors. We haven't even eaten as much as we usually do. We had a slap up Christmas dinner - prawn cocktail followed by turkey with all the trimmings - but really couldn't face pudding so just nibbled at the cheese board. The cats had a little plate of turkey each, but as you can see Pippin also fancied a bit of cheese. (She didn't get any. Later on we heard a clattering from the kitchen and discovered her trying to take the tinfoil off the rest of the turkey, the little git. Ziggy, as always, was a Good Boy.)
|O hai. I'm from the Cheese Inspection Board...|
It's nice having the time to spend at home. I don't really want to go out at the mo - can anything be more hellish than the sales? My office doesn't reopen till the 2nd, but the Mr has to work between Christmas and New Year and says Bath is heaving. He got himself a very nice checked suit, so I suppose the sales have some merit, but I'm still not getting on a train to fight my way through crowds. It's not like there's anything I need anyhow, not as much as a good rest. Have you been out to the sales, relaxing at home, or have you had to go back to work already? Whichever it is, I hope this period has still been a pleasant one full of good cheer for you!