It's deathly quiet in Burleigh Street this morning. The sun is shining and the air is warm so you might expect that there would be people out enjoying the weather. But, no! One of our neighbouring families has a young daughter and we often hear her pottering around in the garden but not today. In the distance there is a rooster crowing forlornly but we might as well be living on an otherwise deserted planet.
Marilyn spent yesterday putting up our Christmas decorations. All of them we've had for years and we bring them out from the cupboard faithfully. There's a small tree which sits on a bookcase, a couple of largish baubles with the names Jamie and Madeleine inscribed on them, a Santa with floppy legs which sits on a bookcase and a single string with a couple of tiny pegs we use to hang any Christmas cards we receive (we have three at the moment). There's also a sort of wreath which sits in front of the TV. The Elf on a Shelf I mentioned previously is secreted nearby waiting for someone to stumble upon him.
It's nothing elaborate but it helps to remind us that there's something different about this time of the year.
(Perhaps the most exciting thing to look forward to is a parcel from Temu which should arrive tomorrow, It will contain some Christmas items, but mainly for us to give away.)
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