Trees, trimmings, a full fridge but really not there yet!

The house is lit up outside, we have ceiling height fully decorated trees in both the living and dining rooms alongside vases full of baubles and lights and foliage filled windowsills.

All presents are wrapped, all cards written and most of both are delivered.

The kitchen cupboards, fridge and freezers are full and we can certainly manage a few days without a visit to a grocery store.

There is a plan for Christmas Day food - I’m cooking for us, my parents and the MiL at the MiL’s.  The AGA will need turning up or the roasties and Yorkshire pudding will be less than ideal.  That would not be for the first time, 5 people, 3 from Yorkshire and they have one from the warmer side of the Pennines cooking Yorkshires

puddings.  Deserve all they get really, though the AGA will still get the blame!

In short, and overlooking the jars of homemade mincemeat which seemed such a good idea at the time but remain untouched as yet, we appear to be ready for Christmas.

Except we aren’t or, more pertinently, I’m not.  For reasons best known to some higher force I chose 6.30am this morning to remove the limescale from the kitchen tap.   It’s looking good, all shiny and clean.  The same cannot be said for the rest of the house which really does not stand up to close inspection.  The MiL would like some lights on trees by her front door, the car, in which we intend to take my parents to meet up with my sister and her family for lunch tomorrow, looks like we have been off roading, there are half a dozen shirts that need ironing and that is just the tip of this particular iceberg.  All in all binge watching Emily in Rome yesterday evening may not have been the best use of my time!