There seems to be a rather large tree in my hallway. No, it isn't a Yule one (I'm not that organised!), its a fallen down silver birch. It seemed like a great find at the time but I'm slowly coming to realise I didn't think this through. I mean, I can't even remember where my saw is... And its about ten foot long... In the hallway... Never mind, when I have chance I bet I can get a decent staff and a few bits and bobs out of it. Maybe a rune set if I'm lucky.

Today, I'm trying desperately to make Yule cards for my friends and family. Again, this seemed like a good idea at the time but now, with piles of coloured paper across the floor and glitter under my eyelids, I'm starting to regret it.

I seem to have swapped cats with the neighbours. Someone else's cat has been letting itself into our house and making itself at home whilst one of ours has taken up residence next door. Of course the one we've lent out is a lovely, fluffy ball of cuddles whilst the new one is manky and fat with a squint. I've just managed to put some flea treatment on it (I'm not taking any risks if its coming indoors) by throwing food at it and diving on it's back. Judging by the matts on it's tummy, I may also have to shave it. Fun stuff...