So today was the start of Christmas.
We bought a tree, got the lights and everything down from the loft, realised that all the decorations were broken or cracked, went to get more at Homebase (which had a broad and tasteful selection, much to my surprise), spent rather too long with a spirit level and a bucket of sand getting the damn thing upright, stuck the lights on, watched as Freyja was singularly unimpressed with our efforts, went to a chilly carol concert at the Horniman Museum (thanks for the brandy coffee, Graham...), came back and had tea with mince pies and Christmas music while we put the decorations on and Freyja carefully took them all off and put them back in the boxes again.
It was great :)
And what made it all the more exciting was that we have our house back. When we bought it, the downstairs looked like this:
Then, after a rather sudden decision to knock the ground floor rooms through, ten days ago it looked like this:
And now, I am enjoying a rather good glass of port, in this:
Two weeks and counting (and we're going to need more port...)