Jan 6th

Six days into the year already, nearly a bloody week and what have we done? Crept another week closer to senility and the ultimate rendezvous.
Woke up to cricket again, but sprung from bed determined to get something done today. Started to take down the Xmas decs.. always a sad moment, though to be honest with the state of the kip they only added to the mess this year. The tree was a beauty though, hardly dropped a needle, remained green and wonderfully bushy. Emmsy'll have her work cut out to do as well next year. the poor thing hardly deserved it's ignominious fate, being dragged throught the front door and dumped on the porch. Adieu!
Actually saw the job through. The first thing I have achieved this year, and all the decs are back in the loft. Did think about sorting out the mess up there, but not for long.
There was talk about a walk in the country in the morning but it never came to anything. Shame! but then you always think shame when it's safe to do so and there's no chance of having to make the bloody effort.
Emmsy was in bed for much of the day. she'd thrown up violently last night but seemed much better today, and by this evening was fine. Sadly I have no puking from anyone to report ce soir!
The flights are alll booked for Morrocco and was looking at hotels in marrakech. They really do look something and at a really good price, that's to say one even we can understand. Apparently our mortgage is almost paid off so there is a little cash available to enjoy the weekend. Pre senility's first (and apparently only) dividend.
Got so much to bloody do.
Get the kitchen floor tiled
Get the ceilings plastered Upstairs, in the hall, upstairs bathroon, sitting room, kitchen, downstairs bathroom, hallway down to the cellar. Paint the kitchen, sitting room, hall, hallway to cellar. Sort out the garage, get the bloody Berlingo sold, do something about Meta (pang of guilt every time I think of him!) Could go on. Won't got work tomorrow.
In the evening Sophie announces that she has lost the cash her grandma gave her for her birthday. The paper is collected tomorrow, so four boxes of the stuff are dragged back into the house and we spend a happy and fruitless hour doing the toothcomb job on it, only for S to go upstairs and find the cash in her bedroom.
I rooted down behind the sofa at one stage, and pulled out a card with a fragment of stone on it. Transpires it is a fragment of meteorite, and was bought for me for Christmas and promptly lost before being given to me. To think of the trillions of miles and billions of years it travelled just to end up stuck down the back of our sofa alongside half a dozen bust pencils, a collection of hard snottu tissues and a two year old Twix bar. Resolved to treasure it and care for it from now on. Two hours late I have no idea where is!
Back to work demain!!