The Boy is away – and will be until the early days of next year – and I am spending more time at home than I’ve had in ages.
A whole chunk of the Christmas holidays were spent watching re-runs of Sex and The City. I should probably feel a little sorry for myself, that I’m “stuck” at home during this jolly time, but I really do not. It was kind of great to be alone, watching re-runs, when everyone expects you to be out and about and getting all exhausted by the whole hoo-ha of mandatory merry-making.
So, who says that one is not a party?