In fact I’ll just pop over to yours and give you the link there too.

Fluffag, I love your MySpace site. The songs are beautiful, and you sound like an angel. I’ve got plans to email you later.

Kieran, I will explain about my apron in a future post.

Pat, I haven’t got organized with the pictures yet but you get to my Flickr page by clicking on the link under the LibraryThing thing.

It must have been very worrying for you and it?s no comfort, but if you cast your mind back as far as it will go, you may remember that as pre school infants we were terribly good at spewing up all over the place. Made us what we are today. Bruttain?s hardy sons.

Tatties, it was only through the sublime killing power of Dettol and its liberal application on all the doorknobs, light switches and kettles of the Problem House that I managed to avoid the whole household getting it. We had quite a crew over the season and it could have been apocalyptic. Hope your Christmas was a good one too, hon’.

SafeT, what is up with your website, or rather my access to it? I can get there all right but, about 2/3 of the time, when I try to click on anything my screen jams and the whole window shuts right down. Is it me?

Sparrow, bon-bons were/are a part of it, I’ll admit. I’m still working my way through all the biscuit boxes and chocolate selection packs that weren’t eaten then. I might be the only person in the TV-receiving world not to have seen Buffy. Not for any particular reason, I hear it’s pretty good. Our paths haven’t crossed yet, that’s all. How, bout that Mr Laurie getting his Golden Globe last night though, eh? If I could have been sure of somebody standing by with smelling salts and a fan I would have swooned. As it was they weren’t and so I merely squirmed with desire and yes, I’ll say it, love. Oh Housey! Oh Sweet Housey…!

Pat – cooking omelettes in one’s underpants – all that hot spitting oil right at tummy level. It’s much more painful than chuckling in one’s underpants, and, in my opinion, worse. I’ll take a good underpants chuckle any day of the week.

Mom 101, “Eventually, I guess you just start believing your own bullshit”. I know I do. Hope you and the oven-bun are keeping well, sweetheart.

Vegas Joe, it is better to view an explanation based on vomit from afar. And then disinfect your screen afterwards. I’m sorry though, the police still have the only pictures of Parent’s Night. They were deemed too abominable for the newspapers.

Infantile, welcome! I’ve been over at yours and I can see how you know a thing or two about emesis. Here’s hoping you won’t be bothered by that next time round.

Pat, darling, thanks. It was warm and merry and I didn’t overcook the turkey as I did on Thanksgiving. There are some pictures I’m going to try and post in a bit. I always enjoy next day’s warmed up leftovers better than the actual Christmas feast. The flavours seem to deepen in the fridge and there is no work! A day of sloth and gluttony.

Too lively, hello! Thank you for stopping by.