Jangle Bells

All broken up for Christmas now, so very quiet on the building front. However, for the Canadian readers here is Shirl, Fif and Steve in our kitchen. Today, as in the majority of households the length and breadth of the land, has been a day of prep for Christmas Day. We've iced the Christmas cake, Fifi's made a super special trifle, turkeys are about to be stuffed......

Hannah gave Benj a Christmas shower which he loves, with his special fox mange shampers. His symptoms have abated and he's much happier and more settled now.

So what's in the trailer, I hear you ask. It is.......a potter's wheel that a kind soul gave to Fiona. As soon as she's able - carers duties, building control and work permitting - she shall be resuming her pottery career.

On the brain front I'm not sleeping so well again. Wake up at 5am each morning with the 'janglies', the only way to describe the persistent, relentless brain activity when thoughts dash about inside my head swerving, ducking, diving and dog-fighting, some to remain but most to dissipate, dissolve and fade into obscurity, never to be retrieved. It's like walking into a kitchen at a party and being submerged in fifteen conversations all going on at once. And then there're the limb jerks when my ankles will suddenly flex and arms involuntarily tweak. None of which is conducive to sleep, ergo non-conducive to restorative days. Ah well, things can only get better....