Rough around the edges

It was my turn to sit on the sofa and go ‘Erghhh’ today, and it wasn’t pleasant. But I did have a Christmas tree to trim, which I achieved to the soundtrack to David Essex’s ‘Winter Tale’. It was a scene of almost perfect domesticity if ever there was. All I need now is a bit of snow (preferably outside), a log fire, and few chestnuts to roast.

So, tree up, homemade star and all, Finding Nemo on the telly (well, laptop), snacks aplenty and a project to make a fortune and never work again discussed and agreed. It had all turned out very well indeed.