Not the ISS

When I realised the International Space Station was flying by at tea time, I was the most excited I'd been on Christmas Eve for about 25 years. Unfortunately, it was a bit cloudy, I wasn't sure we were looking in the right direction and my camera settings were pure guesswork. Naturally, we saw naff all and my photos were blurry blobs of an unknown constellation. Very disappointing.

The self-imposed culling of my potty mouth for the duration of the holidays resulted in an amusing incident where I confused the words 'cranked' and 'whacked' and said 'wanked'. I wanked down the heating. Not clever, and I tried to gloss over it. Not sure how successful I was. Nobody said anything. I've either reached new heights in northern rudeness or they didn't hear it. Let's hope it's the latter.

On a more positive note, I'm already full of turkey and Xmas pud from our alternative Xmas. Tomorrow it's nut roast and a dip in the North Sea for Yesska!!