Just to claify: That'll be Christmas in Leeds, and New Year's Eve in Loughborough then. I did try and make an effort to catch up with my blog, but you know what it's like up north ..... their computers (if they actually own one) are powered by hamsters in wheels, and connecting to any form of wi-fi is regarded as black magic.... a shake of the head followed by a sharp intake of breath always preceeded; "It's all those micro-waves in the air, see. You can't see them but they go into your computer without you knowing and talk to the interweb. It'll only be a matter of time before wi-fis are doing the same with people's brains. You mark my words, it'll end in no good." Blimey. See what I was up against?
"You could set a password and wear a lead helmet," I suggested helpfully. But alas, my words fell on stony ground and I was stranded, internet-less, for virtually the whole of the Christmas period.
So that doesn't leave me in a good place - I need sympathy dude. I am now back in Oxford and I have 173 photographs to sift through, and approximately 5 blog posts (depending upon my whim) to catch up with. Plus I have to find storage space for the 100 million presents that Izzy received at Christmas. I am considering renting a warehouse and sending Izzy to live in it with her presents. But don't worry, I would be a good mother and monitor her progress using a webcam.
Pic.No.1. This is a taster of me doing what I mainly did all Christmas
Anyway, that's it for me this evening. I only got back to Oxford (from Loughborough) about two hours ago and I have more washing to do than a con on a long stretch. Oh that reminds me, I was driving to Loughborough the other day, when I passed one of those square white vans that transports criminals from one prison to another. In the dirt on the back, someone had written "Ho Ho Ho! Make sure you don't pick up the soap in the shower this Christmas!" I am gutted that I didn't manage to get the comedy picture of it.
So, I have a lot to catch up on, and I have missed visting your blogs. Ahhh, it's nice to be back xx
P.S. It's nice except for the fact that Naughty George rolled in cow crap today and is making my house honk.
Anne Dickens | The day after yesterday