Postie has just knocked, bearing my Secret Santa gift! How exciting! It has gone under the tree (where it sits in solitary splendour, for no wrapping has been done).
Strops - I think motorway driving is actually easier and safer than rural roads.
BTM - how was work do "not as intended"?
MrsS - well done on your festive culinary endeavours. I really really want to make some mince pies, but keep forgetting to buy mincemeat. I also need to come up with an "alternative" Christmas Day dessert to take to DB's - any ideas? Six adults, five kids.
Crem - I'm wearing the shimmery pink Autograph nail varnish from the calendar, which I put on for the Christmas Do on Thursday. Clearly I applied it in the dark, because it's a bit blobby. I also put a big scrape in the thumbnail trying to help the MD fasten the button on his shirt collar. 
Not too much going on today - DS wants me to take him shopping so he can raid Pandora for something for GF (and possibly invest a pound or two of his lavish earnings on his dear old ma and pa). He's currently snivelling with cold. Interesting contrast - both DS and DD2 are currently ill: DS wanders around with tissues stuck up his nostrils, making groaning noises and treating us to a detailed list of his current symptoms at regular intervals. DD2 just takes herself to bed and doesn't say a word.
Collected DD1 from sleepover this morning - DS (social media spy) brought to our attention some Snapchat posts from last night that clearly indicated alcohol consumption so she was quizzed in the car. She admitted to vodka and Red Bull but, like her mother, fell asleep before things got messy. We told her that's OK, as long as she doesn't ruin anyone else's evening (friends or parents) by overdoing it, and that it doesn't happen too often. And that she tells us. What else can one do?