Season's etc

A mere 17 days till Christmas, & still I have only a very small number of Christmas presents sorted. Help. Ah well, I have *plans* for them all, so that's OK. Knitting like a very knitting-obsessed thing, I am.

In other news: just to let y'all know that I don't send people Christmas cards. They're expensive & they represent many trees & they just sit around for 10 days or whatever then go in the bin, so I've never quite seen the point. General happy-seasonal-wishes to everyone, and I hope you all eat a vast number of roast potatoes (assuming that you like roast potatoes, that is. If not, please send your share in my direction, cheers).

However, what I *do* still have to do is construct paper-chains from bits of the Guardian! Hurrah! And resuscitate the Christmas-tree Pete made me (I was sorrowing quietly, the first Christmas we spent in the Paddington flat, that we had no Christmas tree. So while I was peeling vast piles of potatoes for roasting, he cut one out of paper & stuck little shiny star-stickers on it & blutacked it to a wine bottle so it stood up. Which I thought was lovely. He was somewhat shocked when it came out again last year :-) ).

Bored of working now. Can I go home yet?

Season's etc

A mere 17 days till Christmas, & still I have only a very small number of Christmas presents sorted. Help. Ah well, I have *plans* for them all, so that's OK. Knitting like a very knitting-obsessed thing, I am.

In other news: just to let y'all know that I don't send people Christmas cards. They're expensive & they represent many trees & they just sit around for 10 days or whatever then go in the bin, so I've never quite seen the point. General happy-seasonal-wishes to everyone, and I hope you all eat a vast number of roast potatoes (assuming that you like roast potatoes, that is. If not, please send your share in my direction, cheers).

However, what I *do* still have to do is construct paper-chains from bits of the Guardian! Hurrah! And resuscitate the Christmas-tree Pete made me (I was sorrowing quietly, the first Christmas we spent in the Paddington flat, that we had no Christmas tree. So while I was peeling vast piles of potatoes for roasting, he cut one out of paper & stuck little shiny star-stickers on it & blutacked it to a wine bottle so it stood up. Which I thought was lovely. He was somewhat shocked when it came out again last year :-) ).

Bored of working now. Can I go home yet?