Thursday, 17 December 2009

It is eerily quiet. I have finished the ironing, posted the cards and parcels, paid my credit card bill in full before the due date and shut the hens up. So what IS about to happen, because this feels just like the bit in Jaws just before the dead guy's head floats up to the hole in the sunken boat?

Yesterday's tantrum seems to have worked too. My elves dusted and polished, mixed and tasted, laid and cleared and observed the pre-four o'clock telly ban.

I am not comfortable with this at all. Something is very definitely up.


  1. Boozer's paranoia. Everything is a disaster here, and I feel strangely reassured...