I hauled the Christmas tree on to the balcony, because it seems quite alive, and I can’t bear to throw it away in the skip. I’ve just noticed some mistletoe is still up above a window. My father would have been worried: he was quite superstitious, and insisted all decorations were down before sunset on 12th Night.
I had a really good idea for storing the lights: I got the middle of a toilet roll, made a little slit in the top and put one of the lights through, then would the rest around the toilet roll, and finished by putting the battery case inside.
(I don’t often have good ideas. ) my floor has a fair amount of needles on it, but I’m sitting on the sofa eating Christmas cake and having a glass of wine. Happy Twelfth Night! It used to be a time of revelry and mischief!