Just Now: Nine days out

Current time:  3.45, Thursday afternoon

In my mug:  cold coffee. I am always forgetting it, and we no longer have a microwave so I can't warm it up. Think I'll put the kettle on again.

In my belly: do I have to admit all I have eaten all day is a packet of crisps? 

In my ears: nothing today. the last thing I listened to was yesterday, my Salvation Army Christmas CD. It reminds me of Christmases when the Young Philospher was younger, as he went to Sunday School there and we sometimes went to services.

Out the window: It looks cold and windy. Hopefully my washing on the line will be dry. 

On the editor: nothing. I haven't even been using the fancy camera. No inspiration.

Last watched: Do you know, I don't remember. I don't think we have watched any television for a few days. This evening I expect we're going to catch up on taped editions of Masterchef. 

Feeling good about: Last night I went to the Women's Institute Book Group for the first time. I have held back from joining as the one thing I can't stand is to have to finish a book I am really not enjoying, but I have joined in now as it seems the group is very laid back if someone doesn't want to/can't get a particular book read. Last night was held at a local Indian restaurant and it was a really good evening, with ten of us eating good food and chatting books and everything else all night. There was also Secret Santa, we all had to wrap a book we had enjoyed and swap them. The one I wrapped was Thaw by Fiona Robyn of Writing Our Way Home, which I really liked. It is original, funny and a little bit dark, a really good read. The one I was given is May Contain Nuts by John O'Farrell, which looks really funny. I read the first chapter last night and laughed out loud. 

Feeling bad about:  the deadline for posting Christmas cards is in a couple of days and I have not written any yet. It's only nine days to Christmas and I still don't have a tree and decorations up. I have approximately seventy gift items to wrap. That is all. 

By my bedside: A Cupboard Full of Coats by Yvette Edwards. I am about halfway through and thoroughly enjoying it. 

Making me think: I have a big pile of Christmas music and films and I am going to find time to listen to/watch them. Just as soon as I have put up the decorations, written the cards and posted them, given myself Repetitive Strain Injury wrapping presents, and had a nervous breakdown.