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- The toddler (<12 months) being held up to see by a parental unit, and beating time... On said parents' head. Good sense of rhythm.
- Meeting up with my sister at Carols after the concert, showing her my boots as part of the narration of the nights' events. Being (gently, 'helpfully') told that "They're stripper boots", and responding, "No, they're Demonias. If I were wearing Pleasers, you could say that." Getting the 'oh my god, I was just trying to help you be more like me, and you don't care' look. Laughing at the incredulity on said sister's face because I let her know that her advice meant nothing. Asking for the benefit of her advice on the bottles of wine in front of her, and thereby cutting off the incipient scene at the knees. Freya: 1, Sister: 0. This year. BOOYEAH!
Works' Christmas do was on Thursday. They know how to reinforce the feeling that they care about their workers, they do. Probably because they actually care. We got Christmas presents, and champagne, and beer, and nibbles, and then walked down the road to the Elephant & Castle to be fed dinner. It was very good and I was duly impressed and have eaten mostly fruit since, because I'm not hungry. I keep having the feeling that it's dinner time, but then again, my body is still processing the massive good food infusion. I love fish. Can't get enough of it. Tend not to buy it, because I don't get around to cooking it before it goes off. So I had the Fish. And it was Tasty Fish.
Think Cat in Red Dwarf in whichever episode includes the line "The fish of the day is trout a la creme. Enjoy your meal" after having finished said Tasty Fish.
The sticky date pudding was also to die for. And the chicken camembert (sample was forthcoming). We took the bus home, with pockets full of candy canes.
