All Is Quiet...

Apart from the fact that I can't travel back from anywhere on Boxing Day, (Note to US: Everything stays closed in the UK until after Boxing Day, although slowly some of the shops open for their sales) the other reason for being alone over Christmas is a sense of wanting to hide from the world for a few days.  Hide under the duvet with a bottle of sherry, pausing only to dip my hand in a tub of Cheese Footballs, cook lunch and feed the cat occasionally.  Mad Frankie doesn't seem too bothered.  I bought him a catnip toy today, but he doesn't seem too bothered by it.  Maybe he's done rehab for a serious addiction...

So, anyway, the sherry glass is charged and raised to wish all and sundry happy holidays.  And karendunn, sorry you didn't get a pudding this year...