I have a cold. A steenkin' cold. A nose-feels-like-a-big-red-balloon cold.
Christmas tree is up and decorated (although the fairy at the top has misplaced her wings - they're held on by a tiny magnet and seem to have disappeared),
Christmas knitting is finished but unbloggable and my purple shawl is progressing slowly.
I've knitted 156 rounds out of 180 and the shawl's reached elephant's underpants size (technical term; copyright Blogless Linda) and each round takes ages. And concentration which is somewhat lacking right now.
Time for a hot drink and more paracetamol, I think.