It’s only the eighth day of Christmas but actually, it’s all over unless you have time on your hands and so do all your friends. So even (sorry) Chrimbo Limbo is over. We didn’t take down our decorations because we didn’t put them up in the first place, as we weren’t here on the Day.
Lovely Tim is blogging regularly at present, and he explained the reason the other day. He may or may not keep it going for the next few months. He feels no pressure nor obligation, but so far he’s been doing it. He’s here, if you’ve never had a look.
We talk a good deal, LT and I. We hardly ever turn on the television and only slightly more often listen to music. Neither of us really “does” background music, it’s there to be listen to and so it takes away from our conversation.
We’re both reading a good deal at present. Mostly Christmas books (one of mine is from last Christmas; ie 2016, hem hem) but I’m also reading for the book club that I never thought I’d ever join, ever. But it’s great because we’re such good friends.
My poor chickens hate the wet weather. They skulk at the back of the henhouse until I open up the tunnel to the greenhouse, then they scurry through there. But at least it’s not dark so early.