We are making the annual Christmas pilgrimage to
impose upon visit the rellies. I am writing this on my BIL’s computer, some 500km from my usual stomping grounds. Although I have access to a computer and can both read and comment on your blogs, I don’t have access to my email (can’t remember the password for my email account) so I am semi-incommunicado until the 27th. And then I will have to wade through the fifty-seven billion spam emails (mostly ads for penis enlargement and declarations of undying love from Russian mail-order brides) that will have totally fooled my spam filters (I get between 50 and 75 in my inbox every day).
The Christmas knitting continues apace; I will take pics of the finished bamboo purse before I gift it and blog it when I get home (I remembered to bring the camera, but can’t upload pics onto BIL’s computer). I can promise you all a long, boring and picture-heavy holiday post when I get home.
My BIL’s house is a place of many wonders; the swimming pool, X-box and bigscreen TV are only surpassed by the kitchen miracles – a dishwasher and an espresso machine.
I am very awake and alert right now. I may yet lose the ability to blink.
P.S. Becky, after all my rash promises, I left those two packages sitting under the tree at home, so I will have to chew my fingernails a bit longer. I can pretty much guarantee you that the first thing I do when I walk in the door will involve ripping of tape and wrapping paper, followed by squeals of delight (and I am most definately not a squealy person).