It’s the night before Christmas, ok late afternoon but you know what I mean, no mice thank goodness, but not enough sunlight in the bedroom today to charge the solar fairy lights. The ones in the sitting room are twinkling merrily and MasterB has only knocked the cards down once.
This morning when he went out I could hear him mewing. I looked out of the window to see him on the wall looking into the neighbours’ gardens. Then the tabby appeared and the mewing stopped. I watched expectantly but they didn’t interact. Just sat facing in opposite directions.
After a few minutes the tabby went down the far side of the wall, MasterB turned round and saw me looking, miaowed and came in.
The morning passed in domesticity including cake baking. Banana cake from a recipe on Georgia’s page. Half of it has gone already, so this afternoon I replenished the flour and sugar supplies.
The day was grey and dull, then suddenly the rain came, a hurried shower, with the raindrops flung aginst the windows by the wind.
It stopped as suddenly as it had begun and the skies turned dramatic as the sun forced its way through the cloud. From my bedroom window I photographed the Shard.
Rain is forecast again tomorrow, so I grabbed my coat and set off for a brisk local walk. This cat looked like a model for the ones Victorians had on their mantelpieces. Or maybe it was just lining up with the toy behind the window.
St Peter’s spire rose elegantly between bare trees.
I went back to the house with the London Christmas decorations and took a picture of the guardsman. There’s a black cab there too.
Around the corner, I was impressed by the symmetry of these decorations.
Then it was a last visit to the shops for catfood and garlic.
Tonight will be carols, candles, chat and beetroot stew. Some wine, maybe a glass of whisky. And the magic of Christmas will be here.