Still, no damage done.
Nice relaxed day, and I think I can say that I haven't had any presents. I've got some towels and a book about Kublai Khan, but I think those may have been for my birthday. I could be wrong. My birthday itself was chiefly distinguished for the fact that I went out for a drink to celebrate someone else's birthday (which had been the previous day) instead, and the matter of it being my birthday did not come up in conversation at all. I think the people who knew didn't say anything because I'd said previously that I wasn't doing anything for it, so it was actually quite amusing.
Anyway, got up, tidied a bit, went to feed Leila's cats, tidied and washed up some more (mostly not my mess), made pie, ate pie (broadly speaking a success, but the pastry could do with some work and having chunks of chestnut instead of puree might be interesting), went to see Seth and Lara (and therefore Paul and Judith and Eireann and Sharon) for pointless chat and a rather complex game about building a mediaeval castle.
And now, Bad Santa.
