The generosity of others

The hustle and bustle of the last few weeks is behind me; the next weeks seem calmer, less time-precious. So I was relaxed this morning. I had a list of things that needed doing but all could be taken at a leisurely pace. I didn't need to go outside so could wear my sloppy indoor clothes. 

Then I couldn't find my comfy trousers and for an instance I was on the verge. Throwing things out of my wardrobe, muttering maniacally to myself, hyperventilating. 

Then I stopped, and shrugged. "Okay, I'll have to walk around in my knickers."

Having pulled myself together, you'll be pleased to hear I put my jeans on - but only because I would have been cold!

Did I mention I was collecting donations for twenty bags I'm making up, on behalf of Zac's, for vulnerable women working on the streets? People have been very generous and I was able to sort it all this morning and put things in bags.

And I hung my wreath on the door.

It's the bit of string adding the finishing touch that really makes it, I think!

I've also watched The Christmas Chronicles parts 1 and 2. Never seen them before and isn't Kurt Russell a fab Father Christmas?

Husband and I are watching Mr Mercedes. It is really rather horrible and a bit slow but addictive. I have to know the good guy gets his man in his end.