Deck the halls

I've been contemplating a number of ways to ease the sadness of a broken heart.  Christmas can be a trial at the best of times, let alone when you've broken up with your boyfriend.  The family sized vat of Quality Streets which the stationary supplier delivered to work wink at me daily in the kitchen.  Mustn't dwell or will swell, I whisper to myself. Thankfully, distraction came in the form of a drinks party for my neighbours.  It was on the cusp of December, but being the traditionalist I am, I couldn't quite bear to decorate fully.  This is my third Christmas in my first flat and I still haven't got round to ever putting up a tree.  The decorations get more elaborate each year to compensate for the lack of pine.  Hell, I even gilded pears with gold leaf last year.  But somehow, I always shy away from the tree.  Trees are for couples and families. You need to buy fairy lights and a lifetime's collection of baubles, I rationalise.

I have got a thing for bringing the outside in though. At a time of year when you've been cooped up indoors,  bunches of ivy, bay and rosemary seem to look timeless.  No coloured lights in this house dear.  The pale winter sun was shining just briefly whilst I put these together for the party, sorry Dairy Crest, they will be returned.  My mind distracted for a short while.

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Even the cat was feeling worse for wear the morning after....

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