All hail the immeasurable glory of the Ratatouille cookie jar:
As I anticipated this was very much a culinary-minded rodent-themed Christmas, complete with a Ratatouille mug, calender and a couple of books (in addition to which I managed to grab an electronic Remy for a very cheap price in the sales this morning). I got the
His Dark Materials trilogy from my brother (so I won't have to steal his copies to read them after all), and my housemate gave me a Shaun the Sheep plushie that bleats when you squeeze his muzzle and convulses when you tug on his tail.
Still waiting for the Frasier DVD to arrive. It appears to still be held up in a postal centre somewhere with the rest of the Xmas backlog, though technically my mind is supposed to be occupied enough right now with the writing of my next essay, so I guess I can't really complain.