...but my Christmas cake is in the oven. And it's going to be there for at least four and a half hours, which means I'm stuck in the house for a while. My husband has very sensibly cleared off somewhere with his camera.
I've made a Christmas cake every year on this particular weekend for the last fifteen or so years. It's the weekend the clocks go back in the UK and it always seemed a good way to kick off the countdown to winter and Christmas.
I've got East of Eden to read, and there's football from London on the TV, so I'm all set for a lazy day of 'me time'.