Howdy y'all. I've had an unbelievably mundane few days. I've been fairly domestic for lil ole me. Yes - the word is understood in this house Taylor! Nope, before you imagine me swooning about in silk, fluffy duster in hand I mean proper domestic. Like on hands and knees cleaning out my pan cupboards. Aye - it didn't suit. But I've done it now and the new pink palace kitchen area now looks dapper. Inside and out. I nearly posted a photo I felt so proud. (Fans dissappear by the sentence).
I am also the proud owner of a great vat of home made vegetable and barley soup to boot. AND I've ordered a load of grub so I don't have to go out this weekend - now how's that for serious?

Before you think I've gone all ginger beer (especially after spending all Sunday playing GOLF - Rock and Roll or what) it's just a seasonal thing. I'm having a strange fit. Kinda bedding down and feathering the nest ready for the quiet part where folks go awol and I'll be left to my own devices.

Armed with tools - four new tracks to finish and a whole chapter of book and the next year of my life to plan I think I'll be busy enough. In fact I might expand the Christmas period and have a bit more time as I'm beginning to enjoy the prospect of it even more as it gets closer.

No Taylor this year, she's off back to Holland to see her folks. I've just been told how excited her model mother was to see the Inner Sanctum website link and how she asked why we don't wear the gear on stage - a lady after my own heart she is. (Taylor slightly less approving ;-) )

Oh, and I've had the two finger salute at the idea of our very own bond vixen donning a Sexy Santa costume for the website so hand your petitions in shortly and we'll see if there's any room for arm twisting........ :-D

Right, my nephew Kerin is pushing me to move my backside so I best catch you later. Mwwwah! X