The Tuesday tree was absent this week, as some of you might have noticed. Sorry! If the truth be told, the only tree which I have spent much time with over the past few days is this one.
That’s our Christmas tree, of course, with my current favourite ornament: a fragile, magical glass narwhal, complete with glittering glass ‘water’ spouting from its blowhole. The weather is filthy – currently blowing a gale (another one) – and I have a streaming cold and am curled up in front of the fire with a hot whisky and ginger cordial. The great outdoors is singularly unappealing just now. I hope that you are more successful than I have been in avoiding lurgies, and are enjoying Christmas-tide. (We are only on the fourth day of Christmas, remember!) I’ll be back when Dancing Beastie emerges from hibernation.
Narwhals also feature in this post: Dreaming of a colder country.