Tonight some friends are calling around for mulled wine and mince pies with thick cream. I've tidied the house to within an inch of it's life, tacked up the last few pictures and stashed a basket full of logs by the wood burner. It's been very cold and wet today so the fire has been burning since early morning. As the light fades and the grey finger of darkness points across the sky I'm drawn to the amber, flickering flames. In fact I am ready for an afternoon sleep which will be a huge mistake as I will then be awake throughout the night. I think I may put on an old Fred and Ginger film and enjoy the schmaltz of Christmas. Jack's cat, Socks, is curled up on my lap, her warmth is a welcome touch. Having locked up the chickens at 4.15pm (before it gets dark) I thought about pulling up the beetroot to make more soup but decided I'd just dash back in before getting soaked by the insistent rain. Luke bought a large bag of peanuts for the birds yesterday, the price is astronomical due to transport costs so he was told. The birds have become dependent on their ready meal and it's a joy to watch them sweeping in and out all day, mind you, they have had to cling on the swinging feeders today whilst the wind buffeted them. Best to stay in and leave Nature to blow herself out.
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