I have shot myself in the foot. Ow.

I have handed out so many writerly business cards to friends and extended family unfortunate enough to find themselves captive in my lounge – feeling beholden to me because they have consumed yet another of my delicious home-heated pizza and pitta buffets – that I am now in fear that my friends and family might actually read this at some point.

This post was going to be a light-hearted but maybe slightly satirical round-up of festivities spent at close quarters with my loved ones. Or, rather, spent with usually-not-so-geographically-close loved ones in my quarters. Or, rather, with grown-up loved ones in my undecorated spare ‘bedroom’ (it IS a bedroom if you put two single mattresses on the floor, so there) and mini loved ones camping out in my ‘writing room’ (which cannot claim to be a ‘writing room’ if the measure is ‘words actually generated recently,’ but which did not exactly qualify even for ‘spare bedroom 2 ‘ status, even with two lilos on the tiled floor). Which reminds me…. bah….children nowadays are so soft, expecting carpet or heating  in December. On the plus side, they make their own entertainment when they step out of ‘bed’/lilo in bare feet. Ho ho ho. Let’s dance.

But now I’m scared that pals and rellies may get mad and ex-communicate me if I have a little laugh at their expense or mock them ruthlessly on these pages. Some people- especially those who have migrated South- can be soooo sensitive about even the gentlest of personal attacks.

Hopefully, my fear may be irrational, if they are anything like my Mum who “keeps forgetting.” about my “blog whatsit” but will “probably” look at it soon. (Not exactly bursting with maternal pride, dear Mama?)

But, for now, just in case anyone did not turn my business card into an aeroplane (yes, I saw you, dear nephew, but the card is such top quality that you will never get off the ground), I will defer to familial sensibilities and merely report that a Happy New Year was had by all.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as I am sure that no-one’s looking.