Tiny tots with their eyes all a-glow...

...will find it hard to sleep tonight...

Drinking? Me? Good Heavens no.

God Jul one and all.

As I'm living in a strange, heathen country these days all the present-exchanging gets done today. Weird.

Why oh why oh why (etc.,) did I wake up with "The Lady In Red" on my tongue this morning? Bah. The crappiest of crap songs. It's a good job I've got a whole load of Elvis Christmas tunes lined up to listen to instead, eh? Everyone loves The King.

It will soon be time for the non-stop eat/drinkathon to begin. At my signal unleash hell...

She may only have one eye...

but she's got two or three of what counts...maybe four...

Okay...Spurs are creeping slowly away from the relegation zone. A creditable 0-0 draw with Man Utd. 90 minutes of Berbatov-booing. Happy days. Even Gomes has remembered how to keep the ball out of the onion bag it seems. All about confidence. Good not to have lost against the Arse, Chelsea and Man Utd. And to have beaten Liverpool twice, hoo hoo.

A little wintry weather for a while, but it has now resumed its habitual couple-of-degrees-above-zero-rain stylee. Bah.

Done a bit of Christmas shopping. I loves it. Only three point four shopping days to Christmas. Or something. Best do a little more. The sooner the better. Too sooner late than better.

In the city...

...there's a thousand things I want to say to you

Today...the sun is shining. Gasp. Makes my heart sing.

The mighty Spurs go marching (or at least limping) on in the League and UEFA (with any luck - just one point required to progress) Cups.

Two weeks left to work before Christmas. Mind, I love my job.