Twelfth Night finally, and time at last to take down the tree. I'm usually a little sad to see it go but this year I'm more than ready to say goodbye. But poor Edie cried her heart out when I told her the pink tree in her bedroom was being put away, I didn't have the heart to ruthlessly squash it back into the box then and there so we compromised on doing it later (I have the suspicion that Edie's later is much later than mine).
|Lola, in one of the rare moments today when she wasn't right up in my face. Taking the decs down = dog stress, look, she looks worried right here|
|My lovely friend Fiona made this for Edie.|
|Milk and biscuits soon perked Edie up, she's fickle like that.|