Star

A wet four mile walk for a cuppa and a bacon roll at Dolly’s ( as in the sheep) in Roslin. Witnesses the star being placed atop the crocheted tree. Some talented and community spirited occupants of the village.
Heading the four miles back was even wetter and I flopped for an hour when I got home.
Busied myself all afternoon wrapping to get as Christmas ready as I can before the week ahead which is pretty full on with with work. Can’t remember a Christmas where I’ve worked up til the 23rd for at least 20 years and can’t believe I still have two weeks to work before jammies on and chill.
Duck for tea, quack!