Quiet New Year

By means of cunning and luck we managed to get both children out of the house for new years eve last night. "Oh how sad" you might think. "Just the pair of you on New Year's Eve". Yep. Just us, three bottles of Bailys, numerous chocolates and stuff, and a thriller on the telly. Oh how terrible. How we suffered.

Then a gentle stroll through the fireworks just after the new year came in to fetch number one daughter. 2005 is looking good from here.

Paper Weight

Nearly finished tidying up. I've decided that I buy too many magazines. Perhaps there is a magazine, "Magazine Overcollector Monthly"?, about people like me. If there was I'd probably buy it.

Busy Doing Nothing

Spent the day doing stuff. Nothing useful. Just stuff. When I'm on holiday but the rest of the family is sort of working I end up doing things which I think are useful, are fairly undemanding, but don't actually achieve much. In this case I decided to tidy up the paperwork.

This involved sorting through loads of papers and messing around with the shredder for a long time (something to do with my fear of identify theft - as if).

The work did produce a number of bags of rubbish and a whole pile of old magazines, so off I went to the tip to get rid. The tip is near the Humber Bridge, so I stopped off and took a few sunset pictures with the new camera. I'm quite proud of this one.




The bridge

Then off to Geoffs for more free food and entertainment. It's a great life if you don't weaken....

Not a Bit Like Lily Savage

We drove home today. Another motorway, another bunch of bent metal and huddled figures by the roadside. The way things are looking I'm going to be too scared to go out on the roads soon.

Then, in the evening over to David and Anna for eating and entertainment. This time we played Cranium. We've had a copy for a while. We like playing with the clay and making stuff (which almost always looks rude). The team I was on won, in spite of me breaking all the rules when asked to impersonate Lily Savage. Apparently you are not allowed to mention places. So claiming to be "..the slapper from Liverpool.." got me disqualified. But fortunately my vast knowledge of Dr Who and thruppenny bits managed to help us on to victory.

Another Day, Another Christmas

Having a spread out family does mean that you can have more than one christmas. This was number two, with presents, enormous meal, flaming pudding and silly games. The silliest game we played was Munchkin. This arrived courtesy of number one son, who lists it amongst the cerebral things that he does at university.

If you like daft card games you will love it. It is a bit like an adventure quest type thing, but a seriously silly one. You fight with each other, help each other (if the price is right) and generally plot and scheme to get to be the strongest fighting force in the dungeon. The monsters are great. Grandad won by beating a level 8 Gazebo....