It’s been four days solid of gloom. It is still NOT COLD. The insipid word, mild, is being bandied about but this weather deserves a more forceful adjective. I can’t think of one…the wordy spark plugs have got damp, like everything else.
Whatever it takes to get us through to fairy light time, right?
November’s a killer.
I’m filled with a sense of anxious urgency. I want to get started on Christmas but it’s still too early.
I’m making lists. Christmas lists. That’s my way of starting Christmas without actually doing anything or spending money. List of cards, list of gifts, list of events, list of things to make, list of books to buy (yeah, the book list is a year-long thing but I stand a much higher chance of actually buying the books at Christmas). List of lists.
Mostly, it will be things that we do anyway (hot chocolate, mince pies, Muppets’ Christmas Carol) but I will commit to doing them on a certain day. Ah yes, I have no difficulty whatsoever in committing to mince pies.
I’m trying to think of some new ideas. I would especially love to think of something to surprise the teenagers. All ideas welcome! I might try to post the windows here as we open them.
It’s still very strange that she is going to town to run errands while I am staying home.
Which reminds me…I want to extend a heartfelt Thank You to everyone who has visited The Crafty Lobster. My child seems to have blossomed overnight. Her iridescent joy has brightened my days. You are very kind people and I am hugely grateful.