Twas the week before the week before Christmas…

… and all through the house, not a creature was chilling, not even a mouse.

Yeah. It’s a bit chaotic, and would-you-believe-it, not much of it has to do with Christmas mice either. It’s been a very social week though, and as well as having our end-of-year Cell group dinner at Brass Bell (which is again my new-old-favourite-place), I’d already been there for supper on Tuesday with the brothers, an old school friend, an imminently-married band-friend and his friends who included some other school friends…

This weekend also carried some excitement, when out of the blue (and during my blues…) my neighbour’s gardener arrived at the gate. After his insisting that I’d booked him, and my insisting that I hadn’t, I resolved not to look a gift…er…gardener in the mouth, and welcomed him to toil for the day. Not to waste him, I darted off to the nursery and bought all number of things for him to plant (600 buffalo plugs included!), got the mower etc. Net result is a resuscitated garden which now shows more promising signs of life! The evening was spent with friends watching LOST 2, now that it’s finally been found. Forgotten how much I enjoyed it.

Yesterday saw another reunion with friends-from-afar, and we had a good gas (and meal!) at Pete’s place, hanging with all the guys from Union, and most of the guys from Virgin Apple Skins (don’t ask…).

The (late) evening was spent completing my back-burner R/C plane-building project (the delta-wing dazi, made from corex), and I eagerly await a chance to try it out. Just need a prop and a battery-charge, and I should be set.

Tonight, Jan and I are off on a date-night, courtesy of (baby-sitting) friends, and tomorrow night will be the start, and hopefully end, of our flit with the mania that is Christmas Shopping. Read this for a cry…