I'm now finished work until the 4th of January. No work for 17 days!
We have Soulwaxmas tomorrow night in Glasgow, and we've booked into a hotel to recover afterwards (it doesn't finish until 3am).
My parents finally sold their old home - which has been on the market since they retired down to Devon. They moved into the new place two weeks ago, but the phones have been fucked up repeatedly by BT. Fortunately they got the line sorted and the number changed over today, which means they might actually have broadband installed and ready for me to suck it dry the day after I get down there.
I'll be there from Monday until the 27th. And then I have a week of relaxation here, punctuated by Morag and Erin's New Year extravaganza and a similar party earlier in the evening at my brother's place. I'm really looking forward to the decompression time.
