All heart

Busy day. Catching up for Christmas.

Epicentre of wrapping operations is causing mayhem downstairs.

Plumbing (which is beginning to feel like Groundhog Day) is mayhem upstairs.

The plumber (who hasn't, over six weeks, been entirely brimming with a sense of humour) took one look at the downstairs chaos and started one of those laughs that you only usually do in places you're not supposed to. (Like Church.)
By the time he'd taken off his glasses and wiped his eyes he'd set me off too!

It's such bedlam. You have to laugh!

The above something (sorry, I can't identify!) intrepidly poked out of the snow during my short afternoon escape, and said 'I'm all heart, blip me'.
So I did.