Golden Egg?

So here it is, the festive season. So why is it that all I want to do is sleep? I'm unsure what this blog is about, but I realized I haven't updated this in a while. Christmas came and went since the last time, and of the things on my wish list, I got the Ian Rankin novel 'The Complaints', which I did want, and 'Exit Music' which I already had, unfortunately. And since I'm such a history nerd, I asked for a couple of books on any subject pre-WWI (pretty broad category); which resulted in a book on the twilight of the medieval Cathars in Languedoc (a fascinating subject which I admittedly know little about) and a book on Napoleon's march to Moscow. can't wait to get stuck into those, but first I'm trying to finish 'Papillon' which I had long heard of, but had no idea what it was about. exciting stuff. I also recently acquired the TV mini-series version of the 'Pillars of the Earth' by Ken Follett. haven't started watching it yet, but I'm slightly worried since I really enjoyed the novel, how are they going to skew it? More on that anon. tv/movie adaptations are not usually known for being faithful to the original, and I have long since reconciled myself to the fact. anyway, my other Christmas gift was a bag of socks. this pleases me immensely, since my current quota of socks had been dwindling for some time prior to this. add to that they are extremely comfortable and you have a winning formula.
Christmas dinner is normally a meal handled by my mum and older sister, with the odd help from the rest of us, peeling spuds and such. This year was largely a combined effort, with myself and the brother acting as sous-chefs and salad-makers as well as potato mashers and peelers. The brother loves that stuff, he's into his cooking. as for me, I'm so lazy, I'd rather eat shit food that takes 10 minutes preparation than spend an hour preparing something that might actually be palatable to anyone other than myself. apart from mashed potatoes. I could eat them with every meal. sister the elder made some with Mustard and Creme Fraiche earlier. they were pretty good. I'd still prefer the ones I made for Thanksgiving though.
Christmas turkeys are deceptively large. we thought the one we got was about the size of a chicken, (we named him Verne, after the guy who played mini-me, in order to accentuate him diminutive stature) yet we haven't even finished the meat after 2 days... see what I mean? deceptive.
I haven't drunk any mulled wine over Christmas, to be honest, haven't drank much at all.
all in all; this Christmas has been fairly odd, yet somehow more normal than ever.
I'm going back to find out what happens to Papillon.
until next time.
Peace and yuletide Hugs
Derm