Home alone

My back still hurts. But it is not as bad as it was, and I am planning a hot bath shortly to make it feel even better.

Mr WithaY has sloped off to the wilds of west Wales for a fortnight, where there is no mobile reception. Pah. He did give me the name of the place he's staying at, so I can call in case of emergency, though. The house feels very big and empty. I'd better put the telly on loud.

Otherwise, things are quiet, which after the last couple of weeks is no bad thing.

No news

Wow, long break. I suppose spending the best part of a week eating and watching TV isn't really terribly inspiring in terms of blogworthy adventures.

Christmas was pleasant. We ate a lot, possibly our own weight in turkey and ham, and watched more tv than seems feasible. Most relaxing.

It is fearsomely cold here at the moment. Yes, I know all the North Americans out there will be snorting with mirth at the idea, but to us a day which doesn't get over 0 degrees Centigrade is a Very Cold Day.

Am still trying to get over my disappointment at the lack of Dinotopia on the TV so far. Outrageous.

And tomorrow we are off to Homebase to buy replacement lighting. I'll keep you posted. Try to contain your excitement.

Dull post, sorry

Managed to get to the supermarket and back without the car breaking down, catching fire or being nicked. Hurrah.

And tomorrow night we are getting a taxi into town because a few of us are out for a Chinese meal*, so no imminent car-related mishaps are too likely there.

Other news: Been bloody freezing here today. And that, I am sorry to say, is all the news I have.


*Celebrating Mr WithaY's birthday. Bless.