Thursday, December 20, 2007

I don't know if I've ever mentioned here that I hate Seinfeld. I don't have anything else to say about this, just sometimes I like to see it in print. And please know that if you like Seinfeld, you are entitled to your opinion. I won't even hold it against you. I think it must be a lack in me, somehow, rather than in Seinfeld fans. There's a gene I'm missing, maybe. Maybe it's the same one that lets people tell right from left, or makes them think it's a good idea to use the word "supposibly".

I have a tin of Quality Street. Residents of this house keep taking the lid off it and then dropping all the chocolates on the floor.

and I miss Jazz at this time of year. No-one's eating tinsel and throwing up on the rug, or stealing candy canes and crunching them behind the couch. I suppose the kids would do this if I asked, but it would hardly be the same.

Monday, December 17, 2007



Yup, this is noon. that's as much sun as we see right now. it doesn't really rise, but it's there. next week it won't be. there, I mean....