Sunny tree

Steve peered out of the window this morning and said that Bomble was spray marking the Christmas tree that we'd left out in the garden. Since Bomble is a cat that needs to defend his territory every 30 seconds, I wasn't surprised.

After a sunny morning spent writing Christmas cards, I went to work at the rehab, to teach for a couple of hours. Then we brought the tree in, set it up in the room, and I embarked on sorting out the Kris-mess that is filling the house from edge to edge. I can see why some people go away for Christmas every year! We're having two guests this year: Steve's sister and her grown up son. There is still a skeleton in the spare room, and no baubles on the tree as yet. But I did make a leek and potato soup for supper ( the microwave recipe was a disaster) and oversaw the baking of the Christmas cake, which CleanSteve had made while I was at work. It is now out of its parchment layers, and smells amazing!

I've realised that I have a few more cards to write, but tomorrow will do nicely, before I head off to Cheltenham. Tonight I will get the much-vaunted early night!