Death of a Snowman

The cat killed it. It pissed on it and an hour later it expired. A pretty much unecessary but damning statement on Euan's snow sculpting endeavours I felt.

Spent twenty two hours recording images for a time lapse sequence of the snowman's rise and fall, so not much more photography was undertaken today. There was one other picture taken but I've been threatened on pain of castration that it's not to appear anywhere online. It featured Samantha in a rather unflattering position as she became trapped under the Christmas tree she was decorating this morning. It's worrying that my first instinct when I heard her pleading for help when she realised she was trapped was to look for a camera. I felt a teeny wee bit guilty about that but it needed to be documented as a stark warning for anyone out there attempting solo Christmas tree decorating this festive season. Let's be careful out there.

Other than that, it was an afternoon of hanging twinkly lights and running to the DIY store for bits to hang the twinkly lights when the bits that were there previously began to fall off. That, and distributing the contents of at least 8 large plastic crates full of decorations to every corner of the house. The house now looks very festive and smells like a massive mincemeat pie. Which is nice.