A Strangulation of Santas

The ubiquitous Santas  hanging from balcony railings, by the thousand, begin to look a little weary from struggling to get into houses with their sacks on their backs. Rather than a jolly Christmas symbol most look as if they’ve been hanged for crimes against good taste.

The Christmas trees remain unvandalised as if even the most eager vandals see little excitement in stealing red and silver bows.   In any case the mischievous wind has taken many of decorations and they cling to our legs as we wander the streets

Despite the number of cookery programmes we watch , we remain at the best,  rather amateur chefs.  Fortunately for us we have found the most amazing local shop.   A sort of Harrods  of the frozen food world.   We have lived out of Picards, for so it is called, through our various illnesses and are finding the habit hard to break.,

We shared a salmon en croute from there with our friends Amanda and Hal on New Year’s Eve.   We played a hand or two of Nomination Whist and were all, save one, in bed by 10.

Gazzie raised a weary glass to Jools Holland on the T.v and waited the one hour time difference for Jools to raise one back,

No matter.   2018 has, without our help, arrived.    To our family, friends and bloggees we send our sincerest wishes for your good health and happiness over the next year.