Sunday 20 December 2009

• Arriving home after an obscenely early scuttle down the road, whereupon I crawled into bed with a hotwater bottle, coffee and a book. Bliss.
• Using all but a two inch scrap of a roll of wrapping paper to wrap every single present. So satisfying.
• A family roast dinner at home. Good food, much wine and whisky, and very fun company. I like where I live.
• Books sorted. No more boxes on the floor (now at ceiling level instead). Next challenge is to put them in some logical order.
• Blue tits in the tree outside my window. So busy.