Well, about an hour into my trip up the high street to do some shopping, I pretty well run out of energy. I think the very moment it happened was when I was in the Waterstone's looking at a pop-up copy of the book about the mole who got pooped on.

Goals: pick up package, get pretty plates (at 75% off) from Whittard, buy cough syrup: done. Get second Charlaine Harris book: fail. I also found a copy of The 39 Steps, the original Hitchcock version, so my entertainment for the evening is In The Bag. (Sad when an overpriced 10 quid DVD is still significantly less than the price of seeing a movie in the theater.)

Oh, bless wordknitter's heart, she sent me Christmas cookies. Thanks!

I've just had a lemon/brandy/honey thing and I think I'm going to nap a bit now. I wanted to call some people and chat, but it just makes me cough so much ...