So tonight is twelfth night although I took my Christmas decorations down last night on the eleventh night as frankly glad to see the back of them once the festive season is well and truly past. Why oh why is it though that every single year I can guarantee one of the decorations gets forgotten about and left behind once the storage crates have been stashed away back in the garage despite me carefully scouring the house for the odd bauble or stray bits of tinsel. So this year after hoovering up the last of the pine needles (and thank you Wood's Farm in Shirley for selling me a pup of a Christmas tree guaranteed not to drop its needles when it certainly did - everywhere and they do get everywhere believe me!) and like a Krypton Factor puzzle trying to fit them all back in the crates so the lids can close properly, what did I find when I finally sat down last night to watch Last Tango in Halifax (and aren't Anne Reid and Derek Jacobi absolutely marvellous in it) but a cheeky little snowman sat beside the TV staring back at me listing heavily to one side.
It's no good, he tried to escape but it's the garage I'm afraid for him for another year.