Today, some cloud-shaped sticky notes. And another reindeer.
And from us to her, a Santa pen. "I decided not to take it into the office," she said. I can see why. Not terribly grown-up.
"Of course I'm comfortable," he said. "What - you don't think it's flattering?"
Grandson came to visit. He was very busy.
"Ah, penguins," he said. "I think I'll just rearrange them."
The plumber also came to visit - or rather, to fit the new basin to replace the one that got cracked when I flicked a towel up at the ceiling to remove a cobweb. I missed. At least, I missed the cobweb. But I hit a glass perfume bottle, which hit the sink. What with having to get an identical basin to the (now discontinued) broken one so that it would to fit the hole in the counter top, and then getting the plumber to spend some considerable time installing it, that little incident cost about £500. Oops. Don't do that at home, readers.
How nice that you're still reading, Anon/Mary/Margaret. [Waves.]