I may of mentioned it before, but I felt the need to confess it once more, especially as the last two days have been spent tidying and cleaning just two rooms in my house. Two down only three more to do before Christmas Eve, and I'm not including the bedrooms!
I'm not even sure where it all comes from, or more precisely, who it even belongs to. The elves, pixies, fairies, hobbits, gnomes and the rest of the little people must think my house is a storage unit as all the humans around here claim it isn't theirs. The socks down the sofa, the half glasses of milk found when the smell gives them away and the pile of shoes which grows just by the front door.
I have yet to tackle the hallway or the kitchen, but I have done the dining room and the conservatory. It might not sound like much to those of you like Paula who never, ever put anything on the table, but in my house a flat surface, or for that matter one not too sloped, means a place to put a piece of paper or two, a book, a parcel, make-up, mirrors...... the list is endless and so was the stuff on my dining room table.
|The table now.|
|The dining room tree.|
I hope you all have a peaceful Christmas and let's all raise a glass to those who we wish could be celebrating with us.