OK, it’s July, but the tree is up, and Santa is waiting in the wings…….. aka hanging from the doorknocker. You thought we were joking, didn’t you.
Now depending on behaviour will determine which side is facing out:
MOH doesn’t do Christmas……. any time of the year ……. so it has always been perfectly acceptable not to exchange gifts, though we took down a Scrabble set a couple of years ago as he didn’t have one, but as we didn’t wrap it up, that didn’t count.
So imagine our surprise when he said he had presents for us.
Usually when we are visiting each other we take in goodies of some description, but anything in the food line would have cooked or gone off on his nine hour journey, so we had no idea what he had for us, and embarrassment upon embarrassment, we had nothing for him!
MOH likes to paint. His house is full of his interpretations of familiar scenes done in his own style and colour choices. Hubby had admired one some time ago, and he was working on something new and original the last time we saw him.
He nonchalantly presented me with a bubble wrapped parcel of three canvases.
And we were both well pleased.
We already have a signed painting of his in the lounge so these have been put up today and we wonder if he’ll notice when he comes back from his spare parts shopping trip this afternoon.
And I’ve just blown this up having spied it in the corner of Santa’s picture:
Bud’s finding it more comfortable outside or lying in the hall as we’ve got the door open. It’s considerably cooler today, though still 20º indoors.