Digested week: My resolution is for the world: sunken living rooms

They're cosy, civilised and different without disturbing things too much. Let's do this!

At last. I have been waiting a year for this moment. I must apologise to you all. Twelve months ago, in this very organ, nay in this very diary, I noted that we were now in the hazy, lazy, crazy days between Boxing Day and New Year and thus wished you all a happy Christmas perineum". It should have been, of course, Merryneum". It has been bothering me ever since. I can only put it down to post-turkey malaise. If it helps, it is only while Googling around this subject to write this entry that I have realised that the nickname taint" - for the fleshly rather than festive part under discussion - refers to the fact that 't ain't the front, t ain't the back." I think perhaps I knew this at some level but hadn't consciously made the connection. Anyway. I offer the knowledge to you here in some kind of twisted act of contrition.