"More lights than a tart's parlour"

so says my mother's voice inside my head as I put up the clour-change lights that I bought for year-round gaiety, to console myself after taking down the Christmas decorations.

My adult self says, " mother, how would YOU know?"

(Excuse shouting but I don't have all the edit functions yet!) I am off to a party now. Enjoy your Saturday, or what's left of it.