Thankfully, today we find ourselves on in the far side of seven days spent at home with a poorly Johnny. He had a mystery virus with recurring fever which scuppered all kinds of plans round here - for him and for me. But I'm refusing to dwell on what we missed and focussing instead on the opportunities for making that house arrest presented.
Balls! Of the felt and wire variety, which Emma quite correctly guessed are destined for a festive garland.
And in other news, Nichola, you are the winner of the Edie Sloane giveaway, you lucky duck.
So many reasons to feel cheerful today. Anything gone well for you?