...alright, I'm back.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, I learnt that even good macaroni cheese can be made infinitely better by adding a few drops of Grandma Entwistle’s Lancashire Sauce to the cooking process. It’s available in a particular deli in Ramsbottom and possibly no where else, but I highly recommend it.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I learnt that a man I have to telephone doesn’t have a answerphone. Consequently, he doesn’t know that I have been faithfully trying to get hold of him all weekend, and probably thinks that I am disorganized or lazy. Ah well.

And that was my Christmas, more or less. Now I'm in to frantic amounts of activity in order to get church accounts up to date, although I can't really finish that job until the bank statement arrives.
Too much working on the computer this weekend. Don't feel like I've actually had a break.