Viva España!

Christmas was goooood. And Santa was generous- more so than my behaviour probably would have warranted. All the family members survived too, and are, for most part, still talking to each other.

I wasn't impressed with the Downton Abbey's long-awaited Christmas special though. After all the build-up it was probably the most mind-numbing 2 hours of all festive season. And that includes watching my French pedicure dry.

I ate a lot. I look like I'm a bout to give birth to an ostrich. I went through so much sweets it would sent an elephant to a diabetic coma. I'm surprised I have any teeth left...

And there's no end to the Christmas/ Hanukkah/ Kwanzaa miracles. Yesterday, after 10 hours and 4 European airports I AND my luggage arrived in Spain, where the holiday season continues. The Man's mum is still around, but is leaving shortly for one of her around the world in 80 bottles of tax-free gin- cruises.Or so I have been promised anyway...

We even have that dreaded tree. Judging by the colours this year we are going for the whorehouse in Harajuku- theme. But most importantly, there were even more presents under it. Including a small box from Tiffany's...

(yes, dear readers, do get your hopes up- only for me to crush them)

With trembling hands I opened the box, all ready to squeal with delight and look oh, so surprised that my 7 years of gentle hints finally paid off.

And surprised I was alright-it was a key chain.