Frost and Sun…

….A ‘good to be alive’ First of December.

I have spent the day (and many previous hours of other days) preparing for a little trip on Sunday. This will entail catching a coach (one lauded, cleverly, by The Divine Comedy) and travelling in some taxis, thanks to a threatened rail strike. (Which might or might not be going ahead now?). The preparations for said trip have been akin to trying to glue blancmange to a window.
But, I’m sure it will all be worthwhile!

There’s nothing more I can do and I’m starting to give myself permission to feel excitement for the actual event rather than stress about the travel.
Pretty confetti is beginning to float around in my mind and, finally, it’s not covered in treacle.

I think it’s been Friday.
The wine forecast came and went.

Happy weekend one and all :-)