... And To All, A Good Night!

I'd like to start today by pointing something out: when I lived in Broom, our place there occasionally had an invasion of Fruit-Flies. I have no idea where they came from, where they lived or whose passport they forged to get in, but they chose my home to squat in. Didn't even pay me any rent! I occasionally had a stab at resolving the problem by going all Ghostbusters on them, using one of those vacuum-cleaners with the "nozzle" to suck those winged headaches into oblivion. All of this was to no avail, as another generation would come to avenge the deaths of their kin, and it was all rather annoying.

Well, I don't live there anymore, and have moved to a small town north of there. You may remember my long rant about the moving process. Anyway, I'm sitting here typing, looking at my partner's laptop sitting on the side. It has something crawling on it. Yes, that's right, we have a new invader! However, this isn't a Fruit-Fly, it's not a Wasp, it's not even a Blue-Arse Fly.



 It's a Ladybird.

I know, right? We've had dozens of them over the last few weeks. All in all, it's not the most irritating of all bug-based invaders. They don't look at my food as a potential camping site, they don't dare each other to fly up my nose while I'm trying to watch Top Gear, and they don't make me want to scream when I see a little group of them. They're kind of cute, to be honest. They just crawl in, and, just, sit there like a breathing blob of red paint.

And that kind of gets me to thinking: I know I spend a lot of time complaining about stuff (and putting it on the interweb so you can all read it) but really, this isn't a bad hand in all. I mean, the Christmas food has been bought (well, my partner has bought it as, being a guy, rather than getting what we need for the week I tend to only buy what I fancy at that time, which is normally a packet of Twiglets), all the Christmas presents are wrapped (OK, she's done that one as well as my present-wrapping skills are what you'd expect of someone who was born with no hands. Or eyes.) and I'm all good for tomorrow. I have my health, I have my friends and family, and finally, I have all you lovely people who take a few moments out of your day each week to read my scrawlings.

I wish each and every one of you a very merry Christmas.

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