Well, it's nearly Christmas.

Presents are bought and wrapped, one already rejected without even being unwrapped (is that some kind of record?), food plans are in preparation. I will try my best not to repeat my earlier flambe high chair fare (when I accidentally set fire to food tray - NOT with baby in situ I hasten to add).

I have the mandatory dose of the germ of the week that The BabyCleaningWoman kindly brought home from petri dish we know as school.

The piano is getting tortured on a regular basis. Any recognition of anything carol like is most likely to be delusional on my part.

So, everything is on track. Just time to wish you all a happy holiday, whatever you choose to celebrate or not celebrate.

Oh, and the mistletoe is just a little insurance on my part.

Just in case Steve Martin, John Malkovich, Rob Morrow, Gedeon Burkhard or any of the usual suspects happens to drop by. The Janitor wouldn't begrudge me a small Christmas peck, surely?