Frosted

Inside it looked like a beautiful morning with an attractive frosting everywhere. Outside it was still beautiful but the cold was bone chilling. I wrapped up warm and got stuck into leaf sweeping, whilst the leaves are relatively dry. Within an hour the garden waste bin was full, ready for the next collection.

I then spent a couple of hours on the Christmas cards/newletters followed by a walk to the post office to get them in the post. The full moon was looking very beautiful (see extra), with Mars twinkling higher up and a little to the right, as we walked up.

Okay, okay, I admit it. I have been watching the Harry and Megan Show on Netflix. It's compulsively awful. I feel bad adding to the Netflix viewing figures but I want to see it for myself. My main conclusion is that Harry is still very traumatised by the break up of his parents' marriage and the subsequent death of his mother. Much of what he does is vengeance on her account. Megan is the perfect plotting partner. The trouble is, no good is going to come of it for anyone, not them and not the Royal Family.