It’s the end of November, we can expect no different. It was so grey and miserable I drew the blinds yesterday at 3.30pm. It’s not quite time for twinkly lights and holiday planning. The shops and the Christmas markets tell us otherwise, but really, we have weeks yet.
Yesterday, the lovely Lauren played a selection of tracks on the theme of ‘no it’s not a Christmas song, but it feels like one’. It was wonderful. There was much singing and smiling in my house. Jake didn’t complain. He’s a good wee pet.
It won’t be long now bloggy buddies, until I remind you of the delightfully bonkers Bob Dylan Christmas album, and the McGarrigle/ Wainwrights, and Kate Rusby, and Tim Minchin, and Tracey Thorn and whatever new wonder I find.
Roll on the proper Christmas music. Maybe a fortnight. Maybe just a week.