Work as usual.
Another mild day, and the forsythia has begun to flower. Not sure what will happen in spring.
I spent the afternoon chopping up the Christmas tree to recycled and then lots of hoovering to collect up the needles. The tree was still very green so seemed a bit sad.
Harry cooked dinner, three sorts of cheese, and two sorts of mushrooms in a creamy garlic sauce, using frilly fancy pasta that looks a bit like octopus, it tasted great.