Limbo

It's that limbo time between festivities. The bit between Christmas and New Year when we carry on with the gluttony, try to fix all the broken toys, assemble the ones that we really didn't have time to do on the day, possibly get round to reading the manuals after working out how to use the gadgets by trial and error, think about sending off the warranty registration cards (maybe not).

We were going to host Boxing Day for the family this year, but since Novelist Supermum wasn't up to it, due to illness we went to my Brothers place instead. This had the least environmental impact, since three groups of the family were already there from Christmas Day. So rather than having them all move down the motorway to us, we went to them.

Another good day, plenty of food and exchange of gifts. Samwise got a Playmobil yellow submarine, and Frodo got a cabin cruiser - complete with drug dealer, bimbo and two midgets (OK so it's meant to be a family). They spent last night playing with them in the Kitchen Sink whilst I prepared tea. We have a rock crystal table lamp.

Boys were knackered when we got home. Frodo threw up yesterday morning - seemed to be exhaustion and not enough to drink, rather than illness.

I've been at work for two days, and will be in again on New Years Eve (hopefully that will turn out to be a half day). Relatively quiet at work. My strategy is to provide the cover when there's not many people in, then take the rest of the week off after New Years day, when the kids are still off school.