Christmas is officially over. Meg came home from 2 days away and stripped all her lovely decorations down, denuded the tree and threw it out the patio door. Then the vacuum cleaner got fired up and the pine needles were sooked up with much aplomb. It was a dangerous place to be. My butt got vacuumed and so did Spooks feet. Now our house looks bigger. When we suggested she keep the decorations in her room, she said it had been fun making them but we could burn these ones and she'd make some more next year. Finn was completely unaware of the end of season as he was busy playing xbox games with his pal upstairs - he has been thrown out of the cupboard as his dad needs somewhere to store his things other than the middle of our bedroom floor. He will be disorientated when he finally comes downstairs.
The freezing conditions continue and Spook finds it a boon to be home in a mid winter that is not as dark as it should be. The snow has never melted into a slush and the moonlight keeps the light going into the night. A perfect winter but not if your pipes freeze. So far our caravaners seem to be coping, though they have moved into the living room to sleep as the bedroom is too cold. It is only -1 outside but I can here a North wind blowing, so the wind chill will make it feel a lot colder. Especially in what is effectively a tin can. We were going to have a wee dram outside when we saw how bright it was, but when Spook felt the wind, he decided we could sit up in bed, electric blankets on, curtains open, and we can still see Ben Nevis.
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