Ostensibly the final week of 2009 as darling little 2010 begins on a Friday.
I finally finally saw Ghostbusters. And it was as funny as I'd hoped it would be.
And I have a retroactive crush on Bill Murray.
Confusion with a parcel from the UK. My darling Kat had posted it just after my birthday but the Royal Mail held on to it for so damn long that, combined with her packing material of tinsel and cupcake tree decorations, I thought it was a Christmas present and felt a right twat for not getting anything over to Scotland for her.
But no, it was simply a belated (grr, Royal Mail) birthday gift.
As Craig was a Gentleman-of-Leisure this week I had to go back to public transport and take the train in to work every morning. This, combined with the change of address, meant that I got to take a completely new (ancient & rickety) train, from a completely new station. And it was pretty much empty every single morning.
Last minute Christmas shopping rush, plus work, equals no time to take a photo so the lens cap ends up in the shot.
Work done, desk cleared, phones diverted, instructions left for the cleaners, and we were out of the office by 1pm on Christmas Eve.
Antique silver for Christmas Day.
BTW, after the infamous year of the pink tool kit? this year Craig bought me an external hard drive.
Admittedly, it is the Mac Time Capsule one I've had my eye on for months but it is still very utilitarian.
I gave him half a plane ride (a voucher for skydiving!).
Extended family came around to Trinity for a Boxing Day BBQ slash leftovers feast. When it came time for dessert the children fell upon my gingerbread house and it was gone within minutes.
My Japanese Christmas Cake and Summer Berry Trifle also disappeared rapidly.
I seem to specialise in quick, easy, seasonal desserts.
The first time this year I needed sunglasses everytime I stepped outdoors. From 6:45am to 6:45pm.