Blog 129. Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

I was ambushed last Sunday.  No, not by deserters and footpads returning from the Duke of Monmouth’s Pitchfork Rebellion, but by Jane.  I should have seen the warning signs: the request for a printout of our Christmas Card List, the purchase of what seemed like £100 worth of Second Class stamps…. However, like a fool,Continue reading “Blog 129. Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree”