Christmas Day went surprisingly well - but then, I planned it that way. Yes, I'm absolutely dripping in smug. (I'll wash it off later.)
The food was great - only half an hour late - there was plenty of bubbles (oy...) to keep the chef lubricated, the kids happily played with toys or watched brand new DVDs, while we adults caught up. And no-one, no-one caught the 'tired and emotional' disease that often plagues families at this time of year.
But... Murphy. Always an uninvited guest and always creating mayhem. I'm munching away at the crackling (mmm.... crackling...) and crunch - one chipped molar. My dentist won't be back in the office until the New Year; it's more an irritant than anything major, but still...
The worst is that my modem packed it in. I'm using dial-up for the moment and tomorrow, I'm off to brave the ferocious battlefield of post-Christmas sales to find a new adsl modem.
Today has been quiet and peaceful; recovery day, if you will. For my part, I've posted another story over at the Takeaway.
For the New Year, I'm going to take down all the stories and pdf 'em into book format with a couple of extra stories. I'm going to create a new web page too. The one I've got sucks like a lemon, and I know it.
Actually, now that I think about it, that's a lot a work to do in a week; maybe I should say in the New Year. Yeah. In the New Year - it's all a part of my cunning plan to up the tempo of this writing gig.