Christmas

Just got back from a most wonderful Christmas break at my parents. Aside from much eating, and not too little drinking either (my dad's finally opened the Highland Park 25yo I bought him last year - or was it two years ago!!??), I've gained many varied presents (including more whisky, a set of kitchen scales, and an unfeasibly large mug), seen The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, and once again been enchanted by my sister's two young nieces.

Oh, and there's the small matter of the lovely, beautiful, cute, arosoff. Did I mention before that I was in love with her? Because I mean it. And, er, as I'm not terribly good at soppy type things, I'll leave it at that and go sort out the rest of the flat, which has a bit of a 'just got back' feel too it.

At around 10:50pm tonight...

...I asked arosoff the following question:

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And the answer (general excited shrieks and bounces omitted) was:

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