Woo!  Although it’s snuck up on me a bit this year, what with the baby and all.  I doubt very much that I’ll have all the cards and presents and stuff done in time.  But, eh, that’s life.  At least we’ll have a tree by the end of the weekend, and that’s the important bit.  For me.  For to feel Christmassy (which I, at present, do not, really).  We had the chimney swept and so E saw her first real fire (as well as her first snowfall, the two extremes in one week!).

I am falling apart a bit, it has to be said, in the cold.  My fingers! They crack and chafe! Oh, the agony! Oh the torture! Oh the slight discomfort!  I’m sure it wasn’t this cold last year.  To add to all this, my lovely Thinsulate fingerless gloves have had coffee spilled on them by… someone… and now my hands stink of it. Boo!  I need a trip to the dry-cleaners… and a hat…