This is usually the most important time of year. A time when we celebrate 'left-over' and give thanks that the big ones always prepare too much food. But not this year. An unmitigated disaster. We had visitors, Holly, Fern and Willow. How can you be expected to really celebrate 'left-over' when you've got to share it with others. There's usually barely enough to last into the next century without somebody else coming along to help finish it. I suppose that's my lot in life.... suffering.

I heard some stuff about a 'car breaking down... terrible weather... somebody being ill... ' but I have no idea what it meant, nor frankly do I care.

Right, I've got to go, I just heard somebody drop their toast...............