It’s that time of year again. DH has gone out with the PD to pick up the Turkey (and buy my gifts, no doubt). I’m at home, struck down by Tonsillitis, although even if I wasn’t the remaining snow/ice would keep me indoors: I’m fairly confident that SPD and crutches do not go well with snow/ice. I’ve had a good feel of the few gifts under the tree that bear my name and the multitude we’ve received for the PD. And I’m being waited on by a plethora of houseguests who’ve arrived to spend tomorrow with the aforementioned Dictator. So I have plenty of time on my hands to track Santa as he wends his way westward. Hurrah! Now where’s my hot chocolate?
Go on! You know you want to tell me what you think!