My Xmas day went OK, my `happy xmas` window lights blew and stopped working. My MS makes me tearful, Santa Claus never came to see me with any pressies, cash or shopping vouchers, but I’m still here smiling. In recent weeks I’ve felt rather jinxed. My other half hung a Xmas stocking from my bed and I felt ecstatic. A nice thought doesn’t need, never needs, a thousand or so words?

Boxing day tomorrow. No hangover! Good dreams, bit of telly, and mince/christmas pud, who knows hey?