Nearly Time to Test Sod's Law

About to extinguish the Xmas tree before bed. All gets packed away tomorrow.

Question is: what are the odds that the lights that failed early enough on Xmas Eve that M went out and bought spare bulbs (didn't fit--I guess we've had them long enough--8+ years--that we can't blame B&Q for not having bulbs that fit any more [though we're sure the lights the ravens' parents had lasted for a decade and a half]) and then went out and bought replacement lights will work when we try them again later on today before either binning or storing away for next year?

The replacements are so pretty--little transparent flowers with frosted tips to their petals--that we're seriously considering finding some piece of furniture to wrap them round for the foreseeable. Or would that be too tasteless? Looby Loo, it has to be said, would approve. But then she's into Barbie pink. (At four that's almost forgiveable.)

A Small Fanfare

Well, it's the sixth. We've finished a completely new piece of work since the beginning of the year. Granted it's only 1000 words. (And no we're not going to do the "if it took six days to complete 1000 words, how many more words could be generated continuing at that rate for the rest of the year?" arithmetic. We'd get it wrong, for a start. And, anyway, that way madness lies. Or drivel. Too much drivel.

Still a small celebration seems to beckon. Unfortunately, so does the washing up.