It's the New Year, on a Plate.
What's the problem mate?
Don't ya like my rhyming slate?
Inspired by Bret & Jemaine.
Hullo, how are you? I am fine. I am back in the isle of pies, eating lots of the mince variety. I flew back in sunny skies yesterday, on my lonesome, and spent the afternoon baking mincepies, jam tarts, mowing the lawn, dusting, hoovering and also sorting out my makeup/accessories drawer. (The sorting alone took about an hour, terrible isn't it. I'm such a hoarder.) So I'm back at work today, keeping busy! I spent last night eating my homemade treats and watching schmaltzy waltzy lovely Jane Austin scrumptiousness on the telly.
My Christmas travels went fairly smoothly, apart from nearly being weed on by a tomcat and picking up a virulent cold. My wee nephews are totally ADORABLE and I want to eat them up, om nom nom. We took loads of video, which I am not clever enough to put on the internet, but if my husband gets around to putting it online I will link to it later on.
So what presents did everyone get? I got some good, some interesting. Was especially 'interested' in the grand piano shaped CD player that Maggie got us. Hmmmm! Mustn't be rude. My favourite was a lovely most gorgeous Chloe handbag from my dearest. He knows how to please his little wifey.
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