Death From Above

Took the parental unit on a blustery walk over the moors today as the sun was out and it seemed a shame to waste it. Excellent fun was had by all and we didn't get blown away! (nearly, but not quite) 😁
Can confirm Christmas-Present-Hat is as windproof as stated on the packaging.

Christmas is survived. I'm back in my lively quiet house with my stuff and my programmes on the Tivo and generally aggressively pulling the blanket of ROUTINE over my head and nesting inside it for at least 3 days to get my head back on line.
Example:today is Thursday. On Thursdays we run. So I went for a wee jog - not as long as usual, but Thursday is a "change it up" run day anyway, so that's cool. And I met a puppy! Puppies are best. It was proper young and fodolopy.
later is Mary Poppins and then a swim and sit in a steam room for ages, stretching and breathing and stuff. That's usually a Monday thing, but I missed it cos twas Christmas eve. So I'm having it today.

And then much veggie stir-fry, and an early night. Tomorrow is grocery shopping, washing the bike, and maybe a cycle ride. A regular sleep cycle is the goal, and I'm gonna get there!

Oh No! Spoiled by #BBCRadio2. My 'FairyTale of New York' silence has been broken. Its Christmas now, folks. Sorry. I know it's early, but them's the rules.

I never got round to finishing my Hogswatch Fluff - mainly due to days being filled with the need to "CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!" and "GO CHRISTMAS SHOPPING LIKE A M__ F__ ADULT!!!"

(I'll get it done by New Year I promise)

Anyway. In place of that delightful little gem I bring you this: A collaborative effort from the whole family, our Christmas insanity. With influence from Josephine and Christine-Pullen-Thompson, Georgette Heyer, Jane Austen, P.G. Wodehouse and many, many others. Oh and the Ballet of Cinderella we were watching last night.

Some background: BigSis demanded I entertained her with a story as she prepared the puddin' part of dinner (lunch for you soft southern pansies). I began it in all innocence, but it became corrupted rather quickly. This is the written down version, edited as we went along. Oh, and it's completely un-beta-ed.

( For Want Of A Horsebox... )

I'm Spartacus! Ho yus. Despite breath-stealing, appendage solidifying, FREEZING temperatures I have achieved shopping. I have bought ALL THE THINGS. Including a non-existent Christmas cake.

"M&S don't have them" sayeth the Maternal Unit. "Nowhere has them" sayeth she.

Well HA! Cos I found one. And where did I find it? In M&S. So ner! :D

I was also chatted up by a deliciously tall and delightfully cheeky gentleman who was attempting to sell me things. Reader, look askance at me as you will, I bought them. He Was CHEEEKY!!! :D

( So, shall we have a ramble about travel? )

Also, there will be Keeley over Christmas. Keeley with a better haircut and good clothes. Keeley on the BBC. This is pleasing to us.