Look at my stash of delights:
Observe the tiny golden croissant (which I did admittedly ask for complete with hyperlink)! I am planning to wear him for my book launch if there is such a thing and if Mr Putin hasn't killed us all by April. But also cashmere bedsocks and a fox pencil case and tiny AA bath oils and cheap chocolate and snowflakes hand hewn by a Viking in Orkney.
And my main and greatest delight:
Le Corbeau et le renard, scourge of so many years of my children's education, rendered in decorative delightfulness. The cheese dangles free and alluring on a thread.
My sister also got me tickets to go and see Vic and Bob, if Bob's heart has recovered by February. She is a most excellent sister even if she does spread her stuff over every inch of floorspace and use 27 mugs in the space of two hours and treads mud around the house with her giant boots (ha, like no one else in this house does those things).
The fun is now nearly over, since we are doing L's stupid geography revision which has caused me to shout once already, there has been a maths based meltdown (not my fault) and tomorrow there is the dentist (AGAIN), but there is still time and space for a moderate amount of booze and some cake so that is what I am going to do. And we're down to #niveau3 security alert! P.A.R.T.Y.