Rat-chooo!

Much fun was had at glassrat’s house last night. There was knitting, mince pie eating and chatting – mostly about port-a-loos and pelvic floor muscle exercises.

The only problem was that glassrat has three pet boy rats. I like rats but I’m allergic to them and the sneezing last night has set of a chain reaction of residual rat related snuffliness.


The schools have broken up for Christmas and you wouldn’t believe how quick and quiet the bus journey to work was. No yelling or screaming, no mobile phones ringing, no radios playing R&B at full blast, no one ringing the bell over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. It was great. I think this means I’m getting old


Festive things I have learnt
~ Thirty one British people have been killed since 1996 by watering their Christmas tree while the fairy lights were plugged in. What a way to go.

~ Astronomers believe the Star Of Bethlehem, which guided the wisemen to Jesus, may have been a comet or the planet Uranus. *Insert Uranus joke here*