the 'pool

Choc-a-block train up to Liverpool to spend a few days with my parents and B who has driven over from Bridlington to join us.

My folks do a good line in Christmas trees; every year after hoovering up the needles until June they swear to buy an imitation one, but come December cannot resist the real macoy and I am very glad.

I have (skillfully) cropped out the eyesore decorations that my brother and I made over our infant years, though secretly we wouldn't have it any other way.