I am not given to blowing my own trumpet but when, having printed off all the photographs of spaghetti that I had taken yesterday,
I got the television going this morning I may have repeated “I done it” more often than was absolutely necessary. This prompted Jackie to reciprocate at every opportunity. We are not, incidentally normal a.m. watchers, but I was so scared that I wouldn’t manage this that I made it my first task in getting the room back. Jackie, on the other hand, had been beavering away rather earlier.
We spent much of the day returning our sitting room to its customary comfort.
All afternoon we were beset with heavy rain, including after dark when Jackie drove me to Byron Road to photograph their traditional
Christmas lights, some of which were reflected in
car windows or
Among all the more secular themes there were a number of nativity scenes.
This evening we dined on Mr Pink’s Fish and Chips and Tesco’s wallies with which we both drank Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc 2018.