Out with the old

The last day of the year is the same mixture of the marvellous and the not-right that has made 2009 so very interesting. I did a bit of housework in the morning, to great effect (no clothes need washing till Monday, and no keys need be lost in the recycling until at least Monday) and then Cat (the Canberra Cat, not the South Coast Cat) came over for lunch. Another friend of hers gave her a birthday present of two cinema tickets and chose to spend them with me and Sherlock Holmes in the afte...