Can I have some?
Idyllic- I think that's the word. The kids are going nuts, I'm drinking red wine, the missus is in bed, I can't get the microscope to work, I'm wopped, all the batteries are in there proper places, think I might eat something extravagant. Like an emu or something.
This will all change for the worse when She Who Must Be Isolated arises.
Merry Christmas, sweetness.
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