You can ring my bell..................

We took the Christmas tree down this morning, and all the   paraphernalia is back up the attic. The wooden bells you can see were given to my by my eldest brother, brought back on his many business trips to India. We stopped for a coffee, and then Doris Dyson called. She did a good job off getting rid of all the bits of tree over the carpet, while I dragged a duster around after her.  Everything is now back to normal, whatever normal is.