Damn, damn, I shall be sorry to miss the crepey convention chez QQ.
However, I am a) still snowed under with work - even more so now, as I had to take time out this morning for my CBT sesh - and b) my tummy is behaving oddly and I have no appetite for anything very much. Will probably be working when you are downing your sherry and prosecco cocktails
We have 2 new chickens. They are called Pancake and Raisin. (Raisin is small and black) Pancake is a Waitrose hen and is already fairly popping out the eggs - as a good Waitrose hen should. 
dd is all chuffed because she was wittering on Twitter the other night to the contestant on The Voice who shares my name. Apparently Kylie is very fond of making jokes about said contestant's/our surname. Well, meh, Kyles, you are just a crepey in denial. So there.
at lalsy's bra joy. I too have fairly recently started wearing jazzy underwear. Thank you, Debenhams.
I am still on the hunt for new glasses which will not make me look 20 years older and will also not break the bank. The Danes seem to have invaded all our local opticians with their swish but incredibly expensive frames. And they are all a bit too .. statement-y for my liking. I have a particular aversion to the look often sported by the plumptious and middle-aged round here: short, magenta hair and whacky glasses. Am sure it suits some people, but not many.