Happy Christmas Eve, all!
My mum is 65, I think (how awful that I don't know! Either 64, 65 or 66, anyway). She likes Gene Hunt :) She used to like George Segal. I was at the hairdressers yesterday; all the hairdressers and clients were chatting together and the subject of crushes came up. My hairdresser loves Johnny Depp and I said that he did nothing for me. She asked who I liked and when I mentioned Our Boy, all the girls went "huh? who's he?" I explained that he was Lucas in Spooks and they collectively exclaimed "Oh him - oh God, yes!!!" which amused me greatly :)
Today is finalising the last few jobs - DS's Yule Log was hysterical. I decided to just let him rome free with it and it's more of a Yule Splat than a Yule Log. The worst part - making mince pies with DD - is to come Think I will have to have a glass of PC and Russchian before I can tackle that :)
Hurrah for Venetia, Missy! I would love to chuck the whole family out for the day and listen to that whilst I get on with Stuff in peace but I guess that's not really the spirit :)