A quick break from the constant reminiscing of holidays to give y'all a brief insight of what it's like to live with me. I'm sitting at the computer, blogging. He Who Only... is sitting across the room reading, simultaneously, two different sports sections from two different Saturday newspapers while watching Final Score on Sky Sports and muttering about imps. I start singing a very high pitched song in a nasal tone that could easily strip paint off the walls. He Who Only... almost imperceptibly sighs, looks up from his reading and says "Yes, you have my attention."