No cold turkey

After spending Christmas feeling mostly knackered, due to the vast amount of cooking,cleaning and tidying involved; I refuse to vacate my piglet slippers until at least tomorrow afternoon.
The New Year dinner is roasting in the oven, the champagne (and I) are chilling and I'm looking forward to spending the evening using as much energy as it may take to raise a glass or three.
I have only one resolution (a similar one to a fellow blooger pal); to finally stop fretting about things I can do nothing about and be cool.
Happy New Year to everyone. I hope you all got what you wanted from Father Christmas and wish you a healthy and prosperous 2008.

Ho Ho Hoerk

With less than 2 weeks to prepare for overstuffing of one sort or another, my master plan to avoid the hoards (sic?) is ready, I hope. Our Christmas holiday has been put on hold for a year, no thanks to work. Frustration aside, it does give us another 11 months to do absolutely bugger all and then panic for the last 4 weeks before we leave.
As a result, I am in charge of poisoning ourselves, my mum and her current squeeze on Christmas Day.
It's going to be hard to do without some sort of organisation (not to mention absolutely not being able to quaff at least one bottle of champers on Christmas Eve), but I'm determined to make the effort and get my act together early. Today in fact.
So with list in hand for cake and biscuit ingredients, I shall orf to the hopefully quiet supermarket this afternoon and begin what seems at the moment, to be a precision military quest.
Will my kourambiedes burn? Will Fur drop the cake on the floor? Will I defect to Turkmenistan?
Tune in soon to find out.

No fillings Friday

Does anyone enjoy going to the dentist?