Wreath

Consumed by my tinfoil hattery, yesterday, I forgot to say what a lovely day we had: an abandoned walk, due to bad weather, resulting in a flask of coffee and book reading in the car; Christmas shopping in Keswick; and lunch at the pub run by the Minx's brother (the Swinside, just outside Keswick: would heartily recommend).

Today, the weather was still crap so we mostly pottered around the house, although we did venture out to the tip in Kendal. It was upon returning that I fully clocked the beauty of the wreath that the Minx has made for the front door.

It is a failing of mine that it takes me a while to fully appreciate things. I can't count the number of times I've been given a gift, said thank you, only later to say "No, but REALLY, thank you". And that was how I felt today; no matter how grateful I was before, today I wholly appreciated it.

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Reading: 'Troubled Blood' by Robert Galbraith