Smug.

The official results are in. We have a 1 in 9942 chance of having a baby with Spina Bifida or Downs Syndrome. The BC household is relieved to the point of smugness.

This week, I have mostly been indoctrinating my future child’s musical taste with: Sham 69 – Questions and Answers is high on my favourites list, possibly even a desert island disk.

I have been to three Christmas Dinners this week and am feeling appropriately lardy.

It is perfectly possible to perform Egyptian Dance moves to British Punk although what the neighbours think when they see me cameling across the kitchen to “Hurry Up Harry” I’m not sure.

I have had two name art commissions, including one out of the blue from a complete stranger, for real paid money! Hoorah.

On the off side… it’s cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey and we will be sans heating and hot water next week while our new boiler is fitted at this incredibly opportune time!

Freezing the Balls off a Brass Monkey is actually a nautical term. A brass monkey held stacks of cannonballs, if it was exceptionally cold, the brass monkey and the balls contracted at different rates when they froze meaning the balls could tumble off… allegedly. Two thousand million people will add a comment to tell me I am wrong right…. now.

Despite the daunting thought of enduring it with no heating, the cold is very beautiful, white hoar frost on everything, bright sun and blue sky, the kind of heart lifting winter day seldom seen here in East Anglia. A splendid departure from dreech and subacqueous.

Ok, shall I let you into a secret. My home town is featured on an album cover. Look at the Division Bell, by Pink Floyd. See those buildings in between the two facey things with the great big eff-off cathedral sticking up? Well… down behind that big building… that’s where I live.

That closes the random musings for today.

I thank you for your time!