Pre-New Year Vacuum.

The house guests have gone.
Any food stuff that involved chocolate in its ingredients has been eaten.

There's still some sprouts left if anybody wants any.

The television is full of people from uncanny valley.

I discovered an ongoing tragic drama going on right under my nose.
On the dining table to be exact.

I don't know where these two characters came from:

They stand about on the table waiting to have salt or pepper shaken out of them.

I noticed that, once separated, they looked distressed and seemed to be searching for one another:

Then one of them would see the other:

And everybody lived happily ever after:

I think I may have developed some kind of 'cabin fever'