So things are slow-mo. Today we've constructed our gingerbread house. I've thrown away any concepts that I may have had in my mind and just let the Doctor go gangbusters. It's more fun for him, and less stress for me. Now I have to guard it from Tiny. She has been pulling candy canes off the tree and eating them like some crazed lolly goblin.
Decorating the gingerbread house was kind of like decorating the tree. Not that I have an over-stylised tree. We have a mish mash of decorations and each one tells some kooky little story of its own, and that's the way I like it. I love wooden decorations, I love glass too (but there's a time for those and right now for us, it's not now!). Back to the wooden decorations, the Doctor and I got busy back on the 30th November decorating, and he dropped almost each decoration, sending the delicate wooden frames hurtling in slow-mo no less, and smashing on the tiles. At least someone was having a night on the tiles, right? And then we finally got all the decs onto the tree. And then Tiny pulled the tree over. So now all the decorations are lying everywhere and no one can be bothered to put them back on. It's like the saddest Christmas tree in the world. Half dressed, half naked. Mostly dishevelled.
And that suits us. For now at least.