The girls in my house are feeling very festive. We have a beautiful tree from Columbia Road markets (that we managed to find some strong men to carry. Terrible, I know, that we had to resort to man-power but quite frankly none of us wanted to get gum or grit on our frocks), a massive bunch of red berries with cotton & eucalyptus on the kitchen table and the sweet aroma of mulled wine is lingering after a wee party on Sunday.
All we need now is some snow.
This will be my fourth Christmas in a row that I've celebrated away from home. Unfortunately, at £1600 tickets to NZ are a bit out of my price range (COME ON CHRISTMAS BONUS). But a trip home in the New Year is on the horizon.
Late night Wednesday Christmas shopping on London's Columbia Road (near my house), always manages to diminish any feelings of homesickness that I can feel rising.
If only I hadn't missed the deadline for posting overseas before Christmas. Dammit. Sorry NZ folk. Oh and the Christmas cards I wrote for you last year - still sitting my drawer.
Right I'm off to make some gingerbread snowmen. Happy Tuesday.
P.s. Sorry for the lack of posts of late. Hopefully I'll be able to post about our recent trip to San Francisco shortly. x