Debi said recently, in a comment on her blog, that there can't be too many dreadful puns in the world. So I thought I'd add one to the global total.
We had a fab Christmas! And New Year! It was all such fun. Christmas with our friends was lovely from start to finish, apart from the slight hangover I somehow managed to acquire on Christmas Day, but that was soon despatched with a couple of paracetamol and a Buck's Fizz. Then on Boxing Day we went home via my Paramour's family party, which was equally delightful, as everyone seemed to be on good form.
On the 28th, a pair of much-loved old friends from London came to stay for a couple of days. They arrived exhausted from work, Christmas, and their terrible teenager (she's lovely, actually, but only if you're not one of her parents) so we spent a couple of days slobbing out by open fires, eating, drinking, playing silly games, chatting and laughing.
Then on the 31st we had a small soiree with a bunch of live musicians and yet more food and drink, which was utterly delightful. And inbetween all that socialising, I did so much work that I've arrived at today with a very small to-do list. Which is great because on Thursday, all being well, my Paramour and I are off on Eurostar for a long weekend in Belgium and Holland. Apparently it's going to be warmer in Amsterdam than it is here, or should that be 'less cold' - only minus 3 instead of minus 8...