Happy Christmas, people.
I’m taking a break from organising dinner for something like 14. It’s started to rain, so my original plan of having ewverybody on the front lawn isn’t going to work. The forecast – heavy rain – suggests that my back-up plan of putting the tables on the veraqndah isn’t going to work weither. So it’ll have to be inside. Which will take a bit of ingenuity.
Good fortune and love to all readers, and I hope that you get good things that you want and good surprises that you never even thought of wanting, you wantons.
And that the Force, the police and the religiously enthusiastic all stay away from your front door.