erastes

Just got back from dad’s which sadly denigrated into “I’ve lost XXXX” and we spent the normal hour hunting around the house (found a stack of sweeties hidden in the drawer like a diabetic squirrel and the gloves I bought him last year which he said he’d lost) but not the XXXX we were looking for. Sigh. Then he’d forget what we were looking for - I wish he wouldn’t WORRY about stuff the way he does.

Now, I’m mopping up the Christmas food. Pigs in blankets and chocolates. Also I’ve invented a Christmas Fondue. balls of left over Christmas Pudding being dipped into double cream.

And I know the TV is usually fairly crappy at Christmas but it’s particularly dreadful today.

I watched Avatar and I have to say that it was amazing. Predictable as HELL plot, but omg the pretty. I want one of those horses please.

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