On the ninth day of Christmas,

my true love sent to me 
Nine disco balls dangling
Eight posts protruding
007 spies a spying
Six Wellies wading
Five minty rings
Four compass points
Three French cheeses
Two lunching Lovers
and a Jane Langridge in an Ash tree

When Adam suggested the daft idea of doing 12 days of Christmas he did say nine can be the disco balls. Just left the other 11 days to fill then.

This has taken the longest. They needed threading with cotton and then hanging up and of course waiting to stop swaying. Then different light sources - this was taken with a small torch.

Rosie selected this for me. She is back off to Leeds tomorrow so she kindly took a break from revising, washing and packing to choose.

Tomorrow's has a slight hic cup as the props were disposed of today, oops!