I like to start the blog with a few pithy phrases that give an air of detached insightfulness. Unfortunately I can't think of any.
I decided to give Mr Strawbridge's antics a miss tonight. As a friend commented, he'd watched it last week but with gritted teeth. I knew exactly what he meant and I have no wish to return prematurely to my dentist.
Christmas is over and even the year is drawing to a close. We're not ones to take these annual events too seriously, but there is a bottle of Bucks Fizz somewhere downstairs that might be appropriate.
OK, so how many of you are going to sneak off during Christmas Day to read this blog, I wonder?
I'm looking forward to getting back to 'loco work' next year, but for the moment it has been more effort at getting things organised to achieve it.
Here we are again. This week's blog is sponsored by the makers of.... Hmm, why haven't I thought of that before?
December eh? Steph has stuck a calender under my nose and pointed out how few working days there are before Christmas, and how much Andrew and I keep trying to squeeze in.
They said last week's was a little disappointing - wha'd'they want? Blud?
I looked over at the Darley hillside while shunting this afternoon. The trees were an attractive mix of greens and browns in the wintery sunshine, but the wind was chilling. Back at the Briddon Country Pile the central heating pump has died and the plumbers reckon a replacement is 2-3 days. Brrr.