The house looks considerably more bare, anyone who knows us (and our propensity for clutter) will appreciate the italicised qualification, having dismantled the Christmas tree and sundry accompanying decorations in the course of the day.
I must come clean, grumpy old sod that I can be, and admit that I still get a childish delight in Christmas glitz and glitter throughout the house. Nonetheless, it is a relief to have managed my share of dismantling whilst leaving my beloved to place the packaged residue back in its place of hibernation.
My major achievement, in the course of the last few days, has been the tolerance and patience I have exhibited towards unsolicited callers, both on the doorstep and telephonically. The spirit of seasonal goodwill has well and truly corrupted me!