Stupidity doesn’t grow in trees. You usually manage doing it yourself.

I do like to party but it has been a struggle recently, to make the effort to go out.  I blame the weather.  Rain rain, more rain and wind.  How tempting it is to stay beside the stove oozing heat, curtains closed, soothing music on, a book, writing rubbish…

We were invited to our usual venue for Hogmanay. The thought of taking off my warm comfortable clothes and put on flimsy skimpies and killer heels didn’t fill me with joy. The host family always put a lot of effort into the event. There are beautiful decorations and table settings, excellent food, so at least I should turn up looking half decent.  Maybe it’s an age thing.  I noticed the assembled company was quite happy to sit and talk at the tables. After the Bells there was an exodus to go home – not to another party… a certain lack of enthusiasm when the dancing started… we drivers huddled up in one corner wishing to be invisible…

No, I prefer to blame the weather.

You see above we usually make our own entertainment.  This year we made Kate the Collie the subject of our Christmas cards.  She does try to bite the antlers when they fall off; this was the fortieth photo we took, and the only good one.