Not me, not mine, not today

Merry Christmas and watch your six.

I'm only gonna...

...say this once...

Sure... it ain't brain surgery...

...or coming off welfare & becoming a millionaire author... but there's a lesson in there somewhere...

"Fast approaching her 40s, Laura Vikmanis, a mother of two teenage daughters, was feeling lost. Her husband had left her for a younger woman and she felt that her life lacked meaning."

Flash forward 3 years...

"Her story reads like the plot of a Hollywood film — which is what it is about to become."

It's been a quiet week here at the Halls

This is, I believe... the first time in four years that I've taken a week away from the keyboard... and it has, apparently, done me no lasting harm. You can get too used to screaming into the whirlwind, I think.

Anyway... the stockings are hung and we await the hopefully not-too-early appearance of The Boy. It seems like just yesterday we were rocking his world with toy trains or a tricycle... but these days he leans heavily towards consumer electronics.

So... to all of you who sometimes stop by to share a moment... Merry Christmas... and all the best to you and yours.

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BOXING DAY UPDATE:

Because Neophyte continues to be both a civilised human being and a solid A-B student... he & I got up at 05:00 today... ran down into Belleville and iced his Christmas cake with an Ipod Touch.

Time for ol' Dad to head back to bed.