I should have remembered that as soon as I sit down at the computer, that's always Manasse's cue to jump up in my lap and make typing an extremely arduous exercise...so what should have taken me no more than a minute to write has now taken me ten.

This is just a quick note to say that as per usual, I've left sending cards too late for some of them to reach you in time for Christmas; in fact, so far I haven't sent any yet, because I haven't even had a chance to buy them. I will go out for them later this afternoon though, as I'm feeling slightly better today and will likely return to work tomorrow (with this being a new job, I don't want them to think I'm skiving off already).

All this typing around a cat's wriggly bottom has made me very hungry all of a sudden; I think I'll make myself a ploughman's lunch in a minute, or at least a rough approximation of it, depending on what ingredients I can find in my larder. There'll be the bread and cheese, obviously, but I'm afraid I'll have to forego on the cider. Pity, a drop of that pear and strawberry cider I tasted earlier in the year (or was it last year?) would go down a treat just now.