*Sigh*

So Big Ian has now gone, Dan, Reb & the Delicious Demi have made a flying visit, brought presents, fed me cake and gone back again... basically I've blinked and it's not the Christmas season any more and it's making me feel a little bleurgh.

Plus I'm still preggers (capable of doing very little now except eating and dozing... I am Manitee Woman!) Plus it's nearly my birthday. *Sigh*. You can tell you're getting old when you start dreading instead of anticipating your birthday. It's a 'getting older' thing, it's a 'getting more boring' thing (no party this year, obviously, but I always get a bit nostalgic for the days when I could just ring around and get a group of 20 or so together for a Chinese and a Nightclub) it's also annoying having a Birthday so close after Chrimble, when you have no idea of what presents you even wanted for yourself for Christmas. When you got loads of nice stuff for Chrimbo and then immediately after people start to ask you what you want for your birthday, you find yourself hopelessly stuck. In a way, I really hope Pickle does come on my birthday so I won't have to worry about it any more.

This fabled 'nesting instinct' hasn't kicked in. Didn't think it would. I have only an 'eating & sleeping' instinct.