So this is Christmas...
Watched an amusing film last night - Chocolat, a lovely commentary on excess social adherence - quite why my mother chose it I'm not sure. Certainly it's her sort of film, but I sometimes get the feeling that my family are either humouring my strangeness or trying to show their own non-conformity. Not that I care too much, it had Johnny Depp in it looking extremely cute and displaying a gorgeous irish lilt, although I didn't feel overly inclined to note this in front of the family ;)
That said, they're proving hard to judge; I decided to wear my black leather trousers today, and expected at least a couple of dischuffed looks, but not for my mother to admire them and be vaguely envious. Distinctly amusing - I have to admit they're good people although I won't rush to tell them any more of my divergences from the social norm.
Yes I know that was a boring entry, it's the pleasant atmosphere here rubbing off on me ;)