Fly away wonky angel - till next year

It's sad to pack away all the Christmas decorations. Here is the bare tree outside where Mr C will chop it up. Of course I rescued the wonky angel, now about 35 years old as #3 daughter made it in her first term in school.

(it is far too nice a day for inside jobs but tomorrow I'm too busy to do it because I have my Jane Austen course in the morning, and in the afternoon we are picking up Ella and Nathaniel for the weekend - their parents are off to London for a 40th birthday celebration.)