Promises

The wall art at my hairdressers promises much and as good as my hairdresser is, he simply cannot deliver this! That said, there is a certain swish to my walk now.

Walking home I was inspired by all the trees and lights that have appeared in the houses en route. We pick up our tree on Saturday, but have a small artificial tree for the snug. It's now up with our Stuart Little mouse in his red dufflecoat doing his best sugar plum fairy act.

My sister, who has been deaf for years finally had both ears syringed today and feels like Christmas has come early. I will need to practice my whispering. God love her, she's as high as a kite.