• my diary

    ’twas the night before christmas…

    And whilst strictly speaking no creatures were stirring (least of all the fishes, who have been of no help whatsoever) at least one creature (me) has been peeling, chopping, mixing, trimming and stuffing for most of the afternoon prior to this evening’s eating, reading, watching and lying-on-the-settee. Tesco’s glorious bounty has arrived (sans the Thai fishcakes, sadly, but it could…