The End

Oh goodness me, I blinked and it was the end of the year.

We finished decorating the downstairs of our house and Christmassified it suitably.  Mr Smith put off getting a tree for so long we almost didn't get one.  We had three in the end.  The first was our plastic whirl of lights that we always have - the invisible non drop tree with no tree at all - quite a hit with Mr Smith. The second was the proper lovely tree with the baubles and lights and a general disruption of furniture to fit it in.  The third was a baby tree bought two days before Christmas to decorate our alcove.  Much tutting and sighing by Mr Smith Poo Face Humbug Features.

Our house really is so lovely.  The curtains all turned out wonderfully and our paintings fitted in perfectly and we really are deliriously happy.  We had a Christmas of roaring fires and lovely guests, too much to eat and drink and a general spiffingly good time.

Presents: Mostly fab, heavy on the kitchen gadgetry.  I particularly like the juice maker having always thought that was vegan hessian wearers fare; I am now rather partial to an appley orangey lemony breakfast tipple.  Just the ticket for my over stretched liver.

I have new wellies.  Well, it was Christmas and Mr Smith's generosity knows no bounds .... They were in a sale.

Today they have all gone.  I was thinking of starting my diet. It is raining.  A howling wind is coming down the chimney and I feel like finishing all the Christmas cake on my own.  Is there any chocolate?