Bah! Humbug! Christmas is coming, now Dr Who has gone.
Did you watch it? Did you? Did you?
We were at a family party (a niece's 18th) and, God bless her, she never even blinked when half of her Aunts, Uncles and Grandparents all sat in a room for 1.25 hours (why is it easier to do digital than fractions?) and watched. That's me and all my blood relatives. It never usually happens. Never. Yet we sat altogether and had a wonderful blast of nostalgia, a binding experience as we watched a programme that we all loved and still love. Class.
I loved the felt gingerbread house I saw on Tales From A Happy House last year. I have been lusting after one all year, and the other week I sat and made it!! I gave it a lid, just like a Cath Kidston sewing box. Of course, I need to figure out a fastener, hence my finger in the photo below. It has pride of place on my piano, holding the sweets that are left over from filling advent (only one week to go!)
My daughter made one as well, and one day when I am home and it is light (I wish) I'll take the photos and show you them properly. For now, I'll leave you with a gratuitous chocolate shot. Enjoy! I wish I could offer you all one for real! x