Welcome to my perfumed garden

Yes, it's all over for another year.  The Crimbo decs have been taken down, packed in their boxes and stacked in the loft. Another poor, parched tree, dropping needles has been safely dumped deposited down the side garden to join three of its brethren. Aforementioned pine needles have been hoovered - though a few will no doubt come back to attack bare feet for the next several months.

I have scrubbed. The house is all clean and shiny and smelly with beeswax, I have a mug of Rose Pouchong and the last mince pie and am sitting on the sofa watching Lord Bernard of Cribbins! in Dalek Invasion Earth O:! Gosh golly, I remember Mum taking me to see this one matinee at the Odeon on Pond Street. ::sigh::

It's still insanely cold. The snow is crisp and frozen. I've been up since dawn...

Cause it's so durn purty.

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 And now I have to walk three miles to Penistone because we are out of milk and bread. That should be fun ::she sneered with the deepest possible sarcasm:: *g* Christmas cake and warm sloe gin when I return.