Started taking Christmas boxes down. Well, what I can reach anyhow. I am only just 5 foot tall and I am balancing on a rather unstable barstool. Hubby would throttle me if he knew what I was doing, but I am feeling blue today and I am hoping putting up some cheerful deco shit will pull me out of it. It's a longshot but I can't sit and dwell. Must decorate. Or shop. Money is tight so I can't shop. That leaves decorate. If you never hear from me again, you will know I have broken my neck and died in the interests of having a well-decorated holiday home. I shall not have died in vain...
Puurrs to all,
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