Friday, 6 January 2012

Twelth night...

    ...and all our trimmings are back in the loft...


             .... well all except one....and I didn't even see him take it...
                              Before...


....and after...


 Thanks Joe, you wouldn't believe the mess 1 small dog could make with 1 dried flowerhead. 
He ripped it to bits, chewed it and then rolled in it, it was absolutely everywhere when I came down this morning, from the front room window sill, all up the stairs and in his bed.
Now everywhere looks so bare, but not tidy yet, I still have a huge pile of ironing to tackle, not to mention those 4 bags of clothes and stuff the girls turned out of their wardrobes last week, that all needs to go to the charity shop!

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