Spent the morning putting up the Chrstmas tree with the boys today. It’s white, not particularly classy, “very 60s” according to Paul, and a mish mash of home-made, sentimental and tacky decorations. I’ve never been inclined towards a tasteful Christmas, love a fairy light and love to flick them on on winter mornings when it’s dark outside…
The boys were bouncing off the walls with excitement for a bit but left me to finish the job while they made a Shakira outfit out of a pair of leggings and gave their room a sprinkling of festive Pokemon cards. Now I’m lying here typing by the glow of fairy lights with a soporific mulled wine at my elbow watching the Mike Leigh film – feeling proper Christmasy.
