Christmas Eve morning

I have not one but two Christmas cactus plants. They are usually as accurate about the timing of Christmas as Michael Fish and the Great Storm of ’87.

Today they are both blooming. So am I.

Due to the joys of predictive texting a friend recently wished me a Messy Christmas šŸ™‚

She has probably got that right. It may well be messy as well as merry. I am sure there will be times in the next few days when the decision not to drink will be harder to hang on to. But I will do it.

Wishing you a Merry, even if messy, Christmas. I am so glad to have found you all.