Well, Christmas was a bit of a washout, what with the flu and all. I learnt to always have lemsips and strepsils in the house - not nice to feel pants without them to aid vague gruntings of humanity.
Still, present giving is always fun enough to bring me round for a few hours. Gave my brother a Paul Smith man bag, my mother a Cath Kidston shopper (for Waitrose trips) and my impossible Dad running gear.
I did pretty well out of Christmas too, with a new computer. Yay! Too ill to do anything about that though. It's all to brain boggling.