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jemck at 04:20pm on 23/12/2006
jemck at 04:20pm on 23/12/2006Just about sorted here. Mince pies still to be made but that's tomorrow's job and counts as fun as I enjoy cooking. Probably to be done to the service of 9 carols and lessons from King's, Cambridge on the radio.
Oh and the wrapping of stuff is still to be done - the study is a sea of bags and boxes whose contents are awaiting the fancy paper and sellotape treatment. A joint job for me and husband after dinner tonight, when the sons are safely in bed.
And perhaps we'll be playing Hunt the Angel again later. As our smaller, lithe black cat has decided the tasteful wicker angels I have standing on the mantelpiece are in fact ideal cat toys, to be swatted off and then batted around the lounge in the manner of a shuttlecock. So I have to do a periodic headcount and look under the furniture for any absentees.
Curious, as these are an annual fixture and she's showed no interest in them at all before.
She's also taken to sitting under the Christmas tree and watching everyone with sphinx-like inscrutability. Fortunately neither cat has ever shown any inclination to climb one of these.
The fog has finally lifted - the last four days here have been incredibly murky and extremely cold with it, frost not melting all day. Now it's warmed up so it's all just overcast and damp, but not unpleasantly so. I walked into the shops today rather than tackle the insanity of parking and there were swans on the river and cows mooching in the field and the air was cold enough to be briskly refreshing. And hereabouts, complete strangers will nod and smile and wish you happy Christmas as you pass by, so that's all very nice.
Oh and the wrapping of stuff is still to be done - the study is a sea of bags and boxes whose contents are awaiting the fancy paper and sellotape treatment. A joint job for me and husband after dinner tonight, when the sons are safely in bed.
And perhaps we'll be playing Hunt the Angel again later. As our smaller, lithe black cat has decided the tasteful wicker angels I have standing on the mantelpiece are in fact ideal cat toys, to be swatted off and then batted around the lounge in the manner of a shuttlecock. So I have to do a periodic headcount and look under the furniture for any absentees.
Curious, as these are an annual fixture and she's showed no interest in them at all before.
She's also taken to sitting under the Christmas tree and watching everyone with sphinx-like inscrutability. Fortunately neither cat has ever shown any inclination to climb one of these.
The fog has finally lifted - the last four days here have been incredibly murky and extremely cold with it, frost not melting all day. Now it's warmed up so it's all just overcast and damp, but not unpleasantly so. I walked into the shops today rather than tackle the insanity of parking and there were swans on the river and cows mooching in the field and the air was cold enough to be briskly refreshing. And hereabouts, complete strangers will nod and smile and wish you happy Christmas as you pass by, so that's all very nice.
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