Never had this trouble in Lancaster.

In bed, being walked all over by Casper trying to get to the window, warm, cosy, quite happy -- and dad calls, telling me his plane's been cancelled due to fog so he'll be home in twenty mintes and I better be ready because we're going shopping.

*facepalm* I knew coming home was a bad idea.

Back on my own laptop now and wow is it slow. Really, *really* slow. Thinking I might take it down to Cardiff with me so my brother can either reformat it or maybe sneak it into the repair line where he works. Hey, got to have some perks of the job right? And I swear, it never used to be this bad, not even six months ago.

Right. Fine. Shopping. In the fog I might add, given that it's crazy foggy up that way.

...Onwards to shops!

(Oh, while I'm here -- and to make this icon relevant -- apparently there'll be a special Top Gear episode dedicated to Hamster's accident on January 21st. :-/ It's very sweet but I don't know how mch I'll be able to watch. I'm just happy he's back and doing well.)

If something's going to go wrong, it'll go wrong just before Christmas.

Like, chipping a tooth. Although I'm trying to work out how bad it'll be, given that the tooth's already got a filling in it and just an annoying little sharp point that's been annoying me for monnths chipped off. Insanely hoping it isn't going to give me toothache. Not at Christmas. Especially since I *don't have a dentist*.

*facepalm* But of course. How else would we know it's Christmas?