... and I can only hope my envelope back in Belgium contained a single temazepam, prettily wrapped in duck egg blue tissue paper.
It was not all bad. We have been to the ludicrous York panto (two hours of plotless falling over, loved beyond reason by all York citizens and émigrés). Prog Rock made the children listen to Tom Lehrer's Poisoning Pigeons in the Park and watch Blazing Saddles, to their bemusement. And I have captured the glorious Barnitt's window display for you:
Now to bed. 1.5 more articles to write. 2 more presents to buy. Food colouring everywhere. Tooth fairy change scrabble activated. No prospect of getting to Betty's. Relaxed as a weasel on blue meth. About time to start mechanically eating everything in the house except wrapping paper.