Little star ...

Radio silence has been maintained because I didn't feel much like blogging last weekend, such a sad time for many.  We are now fully prepped for Christmas, with beds made and waiting for visitors to arrive.  The tree purchase was preceded by a few shocked 'how much?' conversations and a simple little one it is too, in its very own pot so it can languish in the garden until next year.   However the thought of what might crawl from it next Christmas fills me with dread.   Our star was fashioned many years ago, in pre-recycling days, from a toilet roll holder, cereal box and kitchen foil; we were very much before our time in this house.  Every year I threaten to buy something posh to plant atop our tree but every year the protestations win out.  Provisions are aplenty and the final piece in the jigsaw is to collect the turkey tomorrow, the Christmas cake is covered in marzipan although not yet iced, there just has to be one thing to leave to the last minute.  Although don't be surprised if you find me in a petrol station on Christmas Day looking for the one thing I forgot to buy.  Ah yes batteries.

Have fun with your final preparations xxx