My sister Nancy doesn't have a blog, but yesterday on the phone several of her sentences started with, 'Hey! You should do a post about . . . ' I suggested that she get a blog of her own to exercise this creativity but she answered that she wouldn't possibly have the time to maintain such a thing. Since we've already established that I, on the other hand, have plenty of time, I agreed to blog by proxy for the Ninnygoat. Her topic of choice you ask? Cold-fx. That's right - along with Don Cherry, Ninny fully endorses it. She ran out the other day and was suddenly starting to feel stuffed up. Can you say placebo? Just kidding - I'm a believer. My cousin-in-law (is there such a thing?) Nico tried to sell me on it during our treeplanting summer and I would've gotten on board but it was a bit 'dear' as they say here and we were, well, poor. (By the way Nico, if you're reading, I thought of you and your pa tonight on the bus when Shakira came on my Nano!) Back to Cold-fx, on Nancy's recommendation I shall endeavour to get my hands on some to ward off the winter snottiness. I mean, if it's good enough for Don . . .
Nancy's other blogging suggestion? Holy toast (Batman!) Kate recently sent her a set of these little beauties. The website assures us, if 'you suffer from the almost constant disappointment of holy effigies failing to miraculously appear to you during breakfast . . . don't leave it to chance or random benevolence (never a safe bet), this absolutely brilliant yet thoroughly un-blessed pair of Holy Toast presses, will guarantee you a highly visible (even to the faithless), and perfect Virgin Mary every time.' Ace.
As for me, I must admit that I've nothing 'strange or startling' to report. Work's been hectic enough but I'm spurred on by the knowledge that Stu and I start our Christmas holidays on Friday!! Cold remedies and ethereal toast notwithstanding, there's something worth getting excited about.