A very fine Christmas day indeed; off to bed now at 3.30 am, some great length of time after the unpleasant damnation of midnight last night, but quite after the delights of a fine family day. This is the 1st Christmas day in aeons when I did loads of table cloth ironing. Cooked and coped well later on though!
My brother will be getting up as I go to bed and he will accuse me of deviance for ironing late......
As I write, I can here the lryics: we'll call him Nate, if it's a boy.
Cool!
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