Everyone should sit at their computer wearing a fleece blanket with a hole cut in the middle - a poncho over their clothes - a thick woollen hat and wrist warmers. I am a trend setter. If the doorbell rings, it may take a while to get there.
The TV is on, and I am listening to reports of the student protests outside Westminster re the tuition fee vote, and the parsnips and sweet potatoes are roasting in the oven. This is a great improvement on the meat pies of last night. I had the oven whirring merrily away, counting down the cooking time, and then discovered the meat pies on the counter. I had forgotten to put them into the oven. Sigh. Dinner was late.
Today has been cold yet again, and we popped in to town early to do a few last bits of shopping. It started off so quiet that we were lulled into a false sense of security and went to have a leisurely cup of coffee and scone. Then started shopping. The world had arrived while we were having coffee, and I cannot tell you how many RUDE old people (and it pains me to say that) there were in M&S. Just shove your trolley into people, especially those walking with sticks, why don't you. Over and over again. In the end, I started actually snarling, and decided that it was definitely time to leave and never return.
People seem to have lost the art of kindness and consideration. Me first, no matter what the cost. After paying for my small basket of things, I tried to get out of the food hall. To do this, I needed to cross the long queues which had formed at the tills. Not my fault - the shop design is not stunningly sensible. I was following the signs. No-one would let me, or anyone else through, even with a stick. They refused to budge. And I felt homicidal urges stirring. No-one smiled. They all looked the other way even when I asked them politely to let me pass. Screech.
But enough of that. In the midst of the chaos, I had a call from the lawyer to say things were still poddling along slowly, and that the medical expert is still working on his report. I am starting to feel the fury about the whole case escalating again. It is SO long since he died. I want it all over. But what I want doesn't count.
And then my order from a food place arrived this afternoon, minus some of the crucial things I pre-ordered ages ago. I was less than thrilled. I suspect that he delivery man wished he was wearing armour.
And now I am cold, and ticked off. And cooking supper. Did I say COLD?? Hmmm.
I need chocolate. I am going to rip open a wrapped present. My mental health is more important than wrapped presents.
I will be back when I am all sweetness and light. Don't hold your breath.