Wonder if it's cheating to lie soaking in a bath brimming with detox bath salts while drinking strong coffee.?
The tree is naked and sitting outside the front door, waiting to be recycled. Kitsch Santa (carrying a flock of robins, while having a golden candle stuck in his back) is back in his permanent home in the loft.
And I've had to pack away the unbelievably cute music box, which I bought in the Christmas Shop in Padstow and which is well worth a visit if you're down that way.
So for one last time….