Twenty Eleven came quietly, which is just the way I like it really.

Yoga in the morning, took a walk down Haji Lane with good company, bought a few little trinkets here and there, watched the swifts circling before it poured, gave Yoghurt a bath so she could be clean and awesome-smelling for the start of the new year and spent the night in with the family – eating takeout from Picotin and playing mahjong.

Life is good.

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