She is everywhere, like a rash. She can't let me sew or type without some kind of comment or interruption.
Another friend has a daughter recovering from quite major surgery, so I'm busy with another doll. It must be terrible to be seriously ill at this time of year. Everyone around is being jolly, and those close to you are trying hard not to let you feel left out, but actually you are, because you feel horrid.
Well, Cumin and I are going to get busy and like a S. Hemisphere "elf" provide some more Christmas cheer, hopefully.