Christmas Eve Eve

Today, after a long, slow walk with my dog (who is very understanding about my need to walk slowly nowadays), I tried to get stuff in and out of the attic in preparation for Christmas.

I located the beautiful tree decorations that we have been collecting from since my wife’s aunt gave us the first decorations in around 1994.

I also found the various garlands, etc. but as yet have not found the wreath for the front door. It may require another visit to the loft, despite the effect on the lungs.

I am sure there is at least one more box of Christmas decorations up there amongst the semi-redundant games.

While going up and down the steps I managed to store a couple of firelocks awaiting a winter clean and a tailor’s dummy that happened to be lurking around the house since my wife finally completed her “remembrance day” poppy-patterned dress about a week ago.

The Christmas tree still lurks, wrapped, in a bucket behind the house awaiting proper attention. Maybe this evening it will be allowed indoors.

I have to visit Southampton Hospital tomorrow (Christmas Eve) for an EEG scan. I had one of these at the same place in 1976 or 1977. The result then was that they found “abnormalities within the normal scale”. This time they’ll be lucky to find anything worthwhile inside the skull.

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General Whiskers

Wargaming butterfly (mainly solo), unpainted model figure amasser, and Historical Re-enactor of the black powder era.

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