Sorted.

That’s it. The Christmas decoration is up. We also have a card, see extra, though the message on it is mine.
 
Being Friday, we had our usual shopping trip, not made pleasant by the hordes of people buying things that they don’t need, most of which will go to landfill within a couple of weeks; followed by Cullen skink for Herself and a fish supper for me at the garden emporium. The donkey enclosure is now empty; Freda and Felix are back home in The Scottish Borders Donkey Sanctuary at St. Boswells with £1,500 towards their upkeep in their metaphorical pockets. I don’t begrudge them in the least the few shekels it cost me in modelling fees for my Blip on the 8th.