The Twelve Day Of Christmas...

[erestor]

Only a week to go, and this is the current status:

• Radio clock woke me with "Holy Night, Silent Night", this time sung (I'm using the term very loosely here) David Hasselhoff. I thought they couldn't top Manowar; boy, was I ever wrong. Seven more days of that? What could possibly be next? I must find my old alarm clock.
• Max found the choccies that I've locked away (present for a friend). Before I could take a shower this morning, I had to remove six half-digested cherry brandy pralines from Emma's blanket.
• Charlie dragged my brand new fluffy red slippers (don't ask) to his sheep skin and shredded them to pieces. He probably thought the white went well with the red and tried to get me into a festive mood.
• Pixie didn't do anything. I bribed her with a brand new red velvet kitty bed.
• Emma sulking. I'm sorry, but there's no way in hell I'll buy a Hello Kitty Cat Bed, lady.
• Sent off parcel for alex_beecroft today. Did not hit little old lady with yapping poodle over the head with it. Go me!
• Parcel for  granamyr   plus the rest of the cards will follow tomorrow.

THEN I'LL BE DONE WITH IT! EVERYTHING PACKED! EVERYTHING WRITTEN! GO ME TWICE!

I'm disgustingly organised this Yule. I guess this means I'm getting old.

*puts Zimmer frame on wish