Here we are on 23rd December and I suspect quite a few people will be feeling as I do, quietly tired.  I have far less reason than most to be like this but since facts are chiels that winna ding,  I am feeling older, not in a bad, sad way but in the manner which is always more evident at this time of year.

Now that grump is out of the way I am off to re-arrange the entire house for the visitors.  I think I’m just annoyed because my mince pies burned and that has just never happened before.   I am such a control freak.

Here’s a wee story if you have not already seen it.