Fairies and films

I wrote 4,600 words over the course of eleven days but then I thought, "Why? Why am I adding extra stress to my life?" So I've stopped doing MyNoWriMo for now. I'd thought we might be shielding now so it would have worked but as it is, who knows when we'll have to retreat from the world to prepare Husband for his big op. But that's okay. I'm happy to have written just those few thousand.

Other things. I was supposed to be in prison yesterday but given the dubious hygiene habits of some of the inmates I thought it better to cancel. Sitting in amongst the men, watching them stick their hands down the front of their trousers knowing you're going to be shaking that hand in a bit . . .

I went to church instead and wore my other new dress, my fairy dress.

FIDDLE! You know my nose isn't very good at smelling but it was picking up a strange odour. I ignored it for a while - to my cost. My steamer pan hadn't just boiled dry; it had burned dry. 

Back later.

My fairy dress.

I think I prefer the style of the other one but they're both comfy to wear.

And I finished my Christmas tree. It doesn't look as good as it did in my head.

Oh yes and I wrapped all the Christmas presents I have bought so far while watching an old Julie Andrews film. The name escapes me but it was based on a Noel Coward play, about a Lord who wants to marry a film star, who turns out to be the long-lost sister of the girl employed as his mother's lady's maid. Easy to watch while wrapping even though I need my seeing glasses for wrapping and my long distance glasses for television.

As for rugby, I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind. Suffice to say Wales went down to a record defeat against Australia. Again, it was that very brief window of hope that caught me out.