Yesterday I was phoned by a customer who wanted to order decorations for her Christmas table.
We got talking about what we would be doing on Christmas Day and I said that we were going over to my parents and that, - as I am working up to and including Christmas Eve - I shall be glad to be able to close the door here and go and sit down in someone else's house and not have to worry about decorating the table or arranging the cards.
It was obvious that she had the impression that our home is a wonderfully decorated place, relaxing and candle-lit, styled to the Nth degree. Perhaps I should encourage this misconception. Instead I post a picture of our dining room as it is at this precise moment.
I am sure that I had assured Euan that this year I would be doing all the wreath making in the greenhouse - but Baby its COLD out there. . . .
Another gratuitious photo of my helper - the other two cats don't feature much as in the winter they appear welded to the floor.