'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

It's a bit like that here at the moment. All I have to listen to is the gentle whirr of the PC next to me. The shopping is done, as is a proportion of the wrapping. Outside, it's a sort of twilight world, not quite light and not yet dark. The lights on the old ICI plant are beginning to twinkle in the distance and I can still see the never ending vapour trail the place is throwing out. At least the place doesn't smell like it did in times past, or at least so I'm told.

I get the impression my body would like to shut down for a while. This often happens when there's been a bit of a build up to something, travelling, driving, shopping, wrapping etc. It feels like I'm on hold waiting for something now - in this case waiting for AM to get back from her Mum's so we can wrap the presents for my family. I'm hoping it doesn't take long, as my back really doesn't enjoy the experience of being bent over for any great length of time - hitting a golf ball doesn't seem to have quite the same effect, but then that's a rather more active form of bending over, unlike present wrapping which is rather static.

I hear the front door, must be time to go do the needful (to quote one of my Saudi colleagues)