Oh Yeah . . .

Let's get this year underway, Flock!

Almost forgot to say Happy New Year. The usual gang were all here for my Mussaman curry, to which my sister insisted I add FOUR POUNDS of beef . . . ("There is NO WAY this is going to get finished, Laurie!") and when I went to actually get my share after everyone had gone home I found that there was precisely enough left for a garden gnome, and they had eaten ever single carefully-carved slice of my cucumbers AND demolished the pound-plus of my HELLISHLY hot habanero salsa . . . lucky for them there was a bottle of Oban single malt which hadn't been wolfed and was enough to drown my sorrows.

2012 and the year of the new Reckoning. Just can't wait to get underway! Maybe I'll take that memorial Titanic cruise to celebrate the 100th year since its passing. Then again, maybe not. This time the entire country of England might just go down with the ship.