The eighth day of Christmas

... arrived with snow. Lots of it. I can look out at a beautiful white landscape from my window. The best part is: I won't have to go out into it for at least another two days.

Not much happened today. I was so exhausted from wrestling with the flood from above in the previous night that I was basically sleeping most of the day. Three independent naps during one day! That's a new record, at least for times when I'm not actually ill!

As I cooked for two days in advance yesterday, no slave labour was required today. I worked a tiny bit on my dollhouse quiet book - just two tiny motifs, but it's still better than nothing, right? In the rest of the hours actually spent awake we watched the GBBO, The Great Australian Bake-Off and The Incredible Doctor Pol.

And now I feel like sleeping again...