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.