Yesterday I wrapped all my presents, casseroled a pheasant, stewed some red cabbage and knitted most of a panda. Leaving me with Nothing To Do today, except knit the rest of the pair and sew them up. Oh and go out in the vain hope that the market stall of wooden toys I was sure would be on everyday has turned up today, to get the stocking filler I promised my Mum I would get on her behalf. Honestly, he's always there, but been missing for two weekends running now. Bah.
Just had a great fry up - bacon, egg, beans and potato cakes made with yesterday's leftover mash.
On the other hand, I have a slightly random area of condensation behind my framed poster of Whistlejacket, leading to rivulets of moisture appearing from behind it and running down the wall. Looks like some kind of possession going on.... And off course, I've hung my Christmas cards up there too, so to get to it will be a faff.
Blimey, tea goes cold quickly in this weather....