Never on a Sunday

Christmas, Einstein once said, is relative. Time seems different and malleable.

Didn't feel like a Sunday today. Very nice 'though. Bit of last minute shopping. Went and got the food - Waitrose was like one of those big Victorian pictures like The Great Day of His Wrath: a teeming mass of tortured souls fighting for the last free range turkey. We got one. That's sorted then. And we did the wrapping tonight.

Made scotch eggs only with fish rather than sausage meat. TSM's chocolate and pistachio confectionery was gorgeous.

Nearly there now.

Actually Einstein didn't say Christmas was relative. He said "Oh god here come the relatives"...