Six days into 2006 and it’s my first post of the new year. That must be the longest time I’ve been quiet. I bet you thought someone had thrown the blanket over Polly’s cage. In fact, I have been really busy at work finishing quite late and pretty shattered by the time I get home.
But I had to make some time today to take the decorations down, ie the virtual Christmas tree that has been sitting on the right-hand column over the festive period. Strictly speaking, I should have done this yesterday, on Twelfth Night to be exact, although this lot seem to think you’ve got all day today as well.
Just as long as I’ve avoided the bad luck that seems to be associated with it.
Most of the stuff came down on Wednesday, that being Mrs P’s last day of her holiday. But have you noticed how you always miss one? In our case it was the wreath on the front door that is still hanging around inside waiting to go in one of the boxes marked “Xmas Decs”.
That and the snow-scene crystal ball of the New York skyline that Mrs P bought when she visited a couple of years ago, the one with a twizzing Father Christmas and sleigh flying in “snow” above with a clinky accompaniment of “You’d better not pout…” etc.
Oh, and the fairy lights left over two fireplaces, quite deliberately, because they look warm and cosy.
Blimey. Should maleficence strike, well on our own heads be it.