Ho Ho Ho

Oh golly, how did it get to be Christmas already?  I know it's the same date every year, but this year it really has rushed up on me.  Am I going to do my 50 mile ride before Christmas?  No way - but I am still hoping to complete 50 miles before New Year.  Boxing Day hopefully, depending on the weather, although the 'severe weather warning' issued for South Wales might yet scupper my best laid plans...

This week I had physio on my 'still-hurting' rib - the upshot is that I probably broke one rib and damaged the cartilage - no wonder it hurt.  Much better after physio, and I've got a new hot water bottle to put on it too.  It will be fine soon...  So, still no swimming, a little bit of running, and no cycling because I've been Far Too Busy going to Christmas parties.  Look, I've even got a frock!

I had a bath and everything...  I can do clean.  Occasionally.

I've decided my definition of middle age is when you say 'I don't care what my feet look like as long as they're comfy'.  

So I went for 'comfy'

And it helps if you can run for the bus too.

So that's it, I'm all set for Christmas.  Oh no I'm not - I still have wrapping to do, one more Christmas party to go to, a bit of house cleaning to do, the veg to get ready (sprouts already on - I'm not THAT disorganised), I need re-inflate a seagull (long story) and post my overseas Christmas cards (it's too late isn't it?).

Very best wishes to all of you from the Melodeon Master and me, a special mention to my readers in Russia:

...and a festive picture to leave you with a warm Christmas glow.

Or a good laugh...