Another Christmas has passed and my sister is just as irksome as usual. She dragged the current "love of her life" home (which I have to question. Doesn't the boy have any family of his own he should be spending the holidays with?) and naturally spent the entire time attatched to his lips. Which left my parents free to interrogate me on the status of my life, namely my relationships or lack thereof.

As I said, my mother is completely convinced, despite constant reassurances to the contrary, that I am going to end up as the wife of her favourite naturalist. "You're perfect for each other!" says she. "You'd make me the most beautiful grandchildren!" she predicts. "You both like nature!"

Apparently a pointed silence is not an adequate response, because Rolf, you are invited to dinner on Tuesday.

How was everyone else's holiday?