No, I have nothing to say. But there again I never say much on here. So here goes with the record of my daily life. Up. On Computer. Had to rush for church. I had made some cards for people yesterday, and put them, plus two books Fr Neville asked me to order, by the front door. And forgot to bring them with me.

Tuna mayo sarnie for lunch. Roast pork this evening.

Against my principles (keeping Sunday special)  I did the ironing during the day. I have spent the rest of the time reading The Lighthouse, by P.D. James. Once before I tried her, and couldn’t get on with her, but this time I find it’s a pleasure to read her elegant style. Good intriguing story too. I keep seeing her tricks of trade, and thinking I must learn from her for my TMA.

Oh yes, I worked on this a bit today too.

John orderd several pressies online today, so although I’m going in to Hull tomorrow to get my hair done I only have to buy four.

As we’re not celebrating  Christmas until Boxing Day I made a cottage pie for Christmas for just to two of us! Now all I have to do is open the freezer. (And rush around wrapping pressies and putting sheets on beds etc no doubt.)

So there we are. No comment.