Christmas

I flew back to the UK just before Christmas to spend the hols with my family and fiance. I was unlucky enough to fly into Heathrow during that really foggy spell (a bit scary coming in to land when you can't see the land!). I arrived only an hour late, but my luggage didn't. This was of course the perfect excuse to go on a massive spending spree the next day, the result of which was this



Here's a fun game to try at home - see if you can guess how much money I spent from the bags strewn across my parents' living-room. My suitcase finally turned up a week later, having spent a brief sojourn in Madrid. Apologies to all those members of my family who haven't received their Christmas presents yet. I'll put them in the post. I promise.

We were joined for Christmas by my neighbour's cat, who is the master of the unusual sleeping position



She has been freaking us all out by staring for long periods of time into the ventilation grate in my parents ceiling, leaving us to wonder what kind of vermin she finds so interesting up there. Not a pleasant thought!