The last of Christmas

Talked to Mum, Anton and Janet today. Lorraine thanked mum for the painting she had made of the view down to Moulin Huet. Arranged to see Janet and Ken in the week, and also, gulp, agreed to babysit my godbairns next weekend, which will be an experience.

Lorraine and I off to stroll about town. With the tsunami of work surging towards everyone, we clung onto the last afternoon of the holiday. Stopped for coffee and then decided to eat some lunch at The Basketmakers. On walking into the pub we bumped into Lorraine's ex and his partner, plus Sam. We took over their table when they left, me mincing across the pub on slightly curled toes.

After a hearty meal, we were joined by Matt who happened to be seeing friends nearby, and had a drink with him. He has written the second variation of This concert will fall in love with you, and has now embarked on the third. Will have to start getting my promotional rear in gear for this soon. Exciting stuff, can't wait until we begin reherasals in March. Musing about whether to take it to Edinburgh too... But first things first.

Home later than intended, and with rather more booze on board than I'd bargained for. The stern regime of sensible drinking and meagre eating starts tomorrow. I am entirely ready for it.

Below the sun sets on Christmas, and the Brighton Doughnut.