Rise up. Be a nation. Go back to bed.

So we've had St Andrew's Day and have started to burn down the numbers on our advent candle. Time to look forward to all the glitter and tinsel and stuff that helps us through gloomy midwinter.

Well, I'm looking forward to that - in my own Bah Humbug Don't Make Me Wear A Stupid Santa Hat way. Madame can't see past next week. Oh, when will her copy of Rufus!Rufus!Rufus! does Judy!Judy!Judy! arrive? Gosh! You mean you didn't have the release date marked in big red letters in your diary? We must not mock. I certainly won't be mocking. I don't want to be destuffed and used as an oven glove.

And she's not been well. Yawn. Operation Get Madame Back To Work is about to enter its 2nd week. Hum. Why do I keep thinking of Raise The Titanic? Never mind.

Have a good week. And remember when you are dusting off those decorations - tinsel is never as tasty as it looks.

neti, halp and ponyhof

Her new toy has arrived. I tried rubbing but no genie. Not even the tiniest purple plastic pixie. Bit disappointing. She claims that it's for pouring salt water up her snout. Honestly. It's called a neti pot and she read about it on MonkeyFilter. *snork*

Meanwhile, back in the real world ... well, the realish world ...

The Great She Elephant is trying to get us Bloggers to halp each other. Good idea. Because Beth Ditto won't always be there to help.

Bowleserised has added the Ponyhof to her, um, stable. For all your pony picture needs!

Off to watch the fun - a mad woman, a tiny teapot, and a pinch of salt ...