I think that’s what you call the nick of time. The last card posted (next door), the last present wrapped and dinner is in the oven. Phew! Never has Christmas Eve arrived quite so quickly. And not without a few false starts (and the odd cough), but here we are: Mum, Dad, Paul and I, all lateral flow tested, sitting around the fire with glasses of mulled wine, relieved to not be having a repeat of last Christmas.
We’ll not talk about how much the garden has been neglected over the last few weeks. I’ll just say that I very much hope you are feeling equally as happy and content and that wherever you are, you have a wonderful, wonderful Christmas. Here’s to a slightly easier, and of course, happily gardened, 2022 for all of us.
Merry Christmas! x
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