Mahoosive

The tree - chosen from the Christmas Tree Farm on the way to Truro. The Boy insisted we wait for him to be home from watching the F1 last Sunday to decorate it.

The hivey nonsense got worse last night. I now have chills and balance issues. A arch spreading down my left arm. And I’m fed up. Of course it happens over a weekend, not that there’s much anyone can really do.

I’ve spent most of the day in bed watching Stacey Solomon sorting out people’s homes. Princess and I have decided there’s probably not much for her to in our house. Except maybe the loft. I’ve showered and dressed to come down and watch the Strictly final - go Rose!