No, not the food I cooked, sadly. This is our Boxing Day family feast,
prepared by my super-super-talented Daddy.
In other news, there had to be a reason for my inability to blog with any kind of regularity in the weeks coming up to Christmas. True, my workload was heavy and I was feeling completely uninspired about drawing, our house or anything at all... but... I was also under the influence of a lot of hormones. Yes, that's right. I'm pregnant. Up the duff. Bun in the oven. We are expecting a newcomer to disturb our peaceful life this June and I am, to be frank, shitting bricks. My mother, as you may have guessed, is ecstatic. Her first words upon hearing the news were 'I've been waiting so long!'. I suppose it was about time I relented and got myself into trouble. Needless to say, the husband is gleeful and delighted. I swing between happiness and horror.
There you go. Forgive me if I am a bit absent or absent-minded for the next six months. I shall endeavour to behave like my old self and will most certainly NOT turn this into a baby blog. Bleurgh! (although later on there may be some pregnancy-inspired drawings, should any ideas emerge).
Much love for the New Year.