Monday, June 24, 2013

Imp, bid and deadline.

1. I wake to the sound of running feet and shrieking giggles. When I go downstairs to investigate I find Nick in fruitless pursuit of a naked Alec, who is running in circles round the front room and the kitchen astride a wooden spoon.

2. I follow Nick's rule for online auctions: decide how much you want to pay and bid for that amount. I go to bed before the end of the auction feeling quite content. If I win, that's great; but if I lose I will have lost to an idiot who overpays for potty seats.

3. The deadline for changing our supermarket order passes, which means I don't have to think about it again until it arrives.

Coffee, right there and advent calendar.

1. The coffee this morning is very tasty. There is no particular reason that we can discern. Perhaps we were just ready for it, and our bisc...