Flatmas

Our annual flat Christmas dinner was today, and was an utterly splendid affair! Crackers, food to the point of immobility, presents, games, and lovely people. Only ruiner was the beast that lied and said I hadn't eaten my token sprout, thus egging on housemates to force another upon me - bleugh!

Happy things today include madcap charity-shop-crawls in Clapham with sultry Eeyore, giggles in the kitchen, singing loud and tunelessly to dreadful music with memories attached, and a happy photo of all us housemates and our SOs all together (first one ever, I believe).