Waxing lyrical

I had two lots of visitors yesterday (always a welcome diversion from vacuuming the bed. And the sofa. And the armchairs. And vacuuming under the bed. And the sofa. And the armchairs.)

They (the visitors, not the furniture) all agreed I should rip the remaining Advent Calendar Swap parcels open at once. I was astounded to discover myself saying No. Most odd.

I also discovered myself ending the day with fridge and cupboards much fuller that before my friends arrived, thanks to deliveries of jams and condiments from Taph and ToF and far more treats than could be eaten by two people at one dinner by Cycling S.

And thus, the true spirit of Boxing Day continues into the new century. Thanks guys!