doing nothing
I love this space between Christmas and New Year. A real fire, lots of sweets, no folk club to run, no dance club to go to, no community choir practice, enough food left over to make a supermarket trip unnecessary (even after feeding Venta and ChrisC for days) and, this year, weather to make a trip to the dustbin constitute enough of "out" for the day. Time to finish Richard Holmes' Soldiers and Terry Pratchett's Snuff and start on the Christmas books, never mind all the TV we've recorded in the busy run-up. BLISS.