Today is my birthday. Which - on account of the inflexibility of the Gregorian Calendar - always marks the end of Christmas in our family. Everyone else mopes around at the end of the Boxing Day on account of it being all over bar the undecorating, whereas I can lord it over the minions and demand servitude and gifts aplenty in my own personal extension to the festive period.

Christmas was - as is traditional in our family - really rather good. He smugly declared. Because we are nothing like all the dysfunctional families depicted in seasonal sitcoms, in as much as we can't be arsed to take it that seriously and generally just slack around taking the piss out of each other until everyone's collapsed from overconsumption of good stuff. We don't do religion. Or charades. Goodwill to men (and woman) is OK but, really, you'd have to be a bit odd to reserve that for just a couple of days a year.

The only thing that marred this year was my near-fatal cough and cold, which left me wondering whether it was OK to stay in bed on Christmas morning and helpfully peaked right over my personal three-day festive period. I only know it was NEAR-fatal because I AM STILL HERE. You really are very lucky people.

OK, I have an unhealthy bent for home office ergonomics. And I never intended to end up with three instead of two. But the one that I originally intended to replace, which I retained as part of the triplet on account of having to buy a new video-card because of my own mistaken assumptions, broke. Well, developed a fault with the DVI input. So I've given to Al, who can use it via the D-Sub. And, so pleased am I with the one I bought, originally, to replace it, I've bought another - same model, but with a DVI input as well as a D-Sub. 

Come on, keep up - this is IMPORTANT. More pixels AND added symmetry goodness.

I will stop now.

Couldn't resist a bit of animation...