Just when I thought Christmas was over, there's suddenly snow on the ground and I'm writing a blog post in front of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. At this rate I'll be roasting chestnuts before the day's out. Possibly on an open fire. As it is, I've already made a great escape from Chelmsford, and am currently back down in Brighton, where Lisa is refusing to travel to work by sledge (despite it being mostly downhill), meaning I was forced to get out my Homer Simpson ice scraper at the crack of dawn this morning and shower her with frost from my car windscreen, just to make a point.

Anyhoo, the good news of the day is that I've just read an interesting and informative article in this morning's Sun (it was bound to happen sooner or later), which mentions blogs, and, for the benefit of people who have never heard of the things, refers to them as "internet opinion sites". So I'd just like to state for the record that 'Friends' is the most over-rated show on TV. But obviously that's only my opinion.

As for the past couple of days, well the good news is that Santa brought me everything I wanted, and I now have more CDs, videos and DVDs than I can shake a stick at. Unfortunately stick-shaking is about all I'm likely to manage as I'll never actually have time to watch any of them. Apart from the CDs. Christmas Day was spent eating, playing cards, and indulging in synchronised whistle-blowing with members of my family. Sadly we failed to play 'Ding Dong Merrily On High' on a set of eight differently pitched pipes, mainly because there were only seven of us and my niece preferred to conduct, but we did manage an almost-recognisable rendition of 'Jingle Bells'. If only Lisa had been there with her recorder.

On Boxing Day half my family disappeared to the sales, confirming my long held opinion that they all need psychiatric help, meaning I was able to stay in and win a whopping six pounds (read it and weep) (if you don't, I will) on the horse racing. I also played with my Dad's remote controlled UFO, and learnt my niece's technique for dealing with cats who won't get off the bed. I won't go into details, but it involves large amounts of water.

Yesterday I took Big Sis to the swimming pool, bought some half price wine from Asda, then fled the snow of East Anglia and drove down to Lisa's flat, where I immediately escorted her sister and three nephews from the premises to make room for my bags. They didn't seem that keen to go, but hey, Christmas finished two days ago, and I agreed (well, insisted on) giving them a lift home, what more do they want? And besides, I'm only here til Friday. They can come back at the weekend. Lisa won't be here of course, but for some that's just a bonus.