Flash, Bang, Wallop.

It's been hissing down with rain all day, Big Sis arrived with her spouse for lunch (which was really a belated Christmas dinner) and I burnt myself in a curious incident involving the cranberry and walnut stuffing. The burns are only superficial but significantly impair my typing finger, I should survive. As a result of this saga I'm afraid this won't go down as one of my better blips, and I think I might need to work on my technique for blipping the dreaded box in the corner.

I'm not known for watching television, TD jnr claims that I only ever watch the Tour de France and the RI Christmas Lectures. Tonight's edition was a fiery affair that had us all enthralled to the extent that when the nice young lady came to put TOL to bed I'm afraid she was barely acknowledged. We did, however, have the courtesy to apologise to her before she left.