Tuesday, 18 January 2011

Remains of the big day

A smell for sore souls

A site for sore eyes
I came in last night through the back gate, only to be reminded of the two Christmas tree waiting to be burnt and their WONDERFUL smell,  it was fab. The hols felt like ages gone at that point; and then, as I crawled to bed I saw another bit of 'cheer' I've forgot to clear out - the mistletoe above the bed! I might just leave that there a bit longer until my boyfriend is next down at least.