Sorry for my absence; but perhaps you hadn’t noticed I’d gone.
For the past two weeks The House has resembled Santa’s workshop.
I came back from Kuala Lumpur raring to meet my deadline on Polite Lies, my never-ending novel, instead I found my time wasn’t my own. Father Christmas had outsourced some of his work… to me.
That’s not true. I volunteered. (Why? Why do I do these things? I’ve told Husband I won’t do it again. He laughed and said it defined me… I’m not sure I like that.)
So three weeks work was over and done with a two-hour lunch.
Uh oh. This seemed like a good idea at the time:
I've made a start...
A veritable forest:
And it's all over...