Trimming the tree. With the latest scandiwegian handknitted bauble. Just the one at the moment. And reminders of my childhood. The fairy lights don’t quite work. There’s probably 100 on the tree. About a third no longer work. It’s still the prettiest tree in the land. Complete with tinsel and all manner of bits n bobs accumulated over many years. There is no room for design elements on a domestic tree in my book. Reflections of the household, travels and events. Each unravelled to transport you back through the joys of previous years. Yeah, sentimental, my middle name.
And sticky ginger cake. To be served after a good aubergine curry. After last night’s Christmas party perfect hangover food.
One early taxi for the overindulged
1950s flouncy underskirts for twirling
1 saviour with a corkscrew and bottle opener
Glitter and sparkle in abundance
27 blurred instagram photos
1 attractive man with a beard that spends most of the night talking to the lesbian
Too many questions about sexuality*
1 actual party
*I do not have all the answers. I am not an expert. Just living life.