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Thank you for all the lovely sweet messages cheering me up, it worked no end and although itâs barely nudged 5 am much happier today.Â Am sure all that is required is a day off which looking at the diary is 23rd December - so not so long away. Thought we would talk a little bit about holiday decorating today as I've come downstairs the house is infused with the scent of pine and itâs gotten me in a festive mood. The neighbours don't know about the master classes and think I am sureÂ some Christmas nut who decorates her house early, wreaths on the door, Christmas trees outside and in - there's been a few funny looks! Because I have a lot of stuff at home and because I love every single little thing clearing mantles down, moving out furniture for trees causes (as nuts as this sounds) much anxiety. What to move, do I have to move,Â should we not just build an extension (Graham)Â so I don't have to move things- that sort of thing. There are ways round it though - if you've got heaps of stuff like me or if you simply don't have the room here are a couple of sweet alternative ideas for trees. I should also mention although I am obsessed with faux flowers I am not a fan of faux trees. I've got tinselly ones plonked on shelves but the large ones no no no no no. When I was at the flower market, the new Covent Garden one that isÂ (which I would encourage anyone who lives in London to go to) I came across wonderful amounts of foliage which look stunning as tree replacements. Plop on a table if its small it looks fab and decorate away.Â Bay trees also make fab trees, the scent is heavenly, scatter with fairy lights and then plant outside when Christmas is over. Simple hey, of course you can go bigger and more dramatic like so and particularly fabulous if you position over a table. Thatâs me done â shower then an hour no doubt throwing things onto the floor I have nothing repeat nothing to wear. Also aÂ little worried about leaving Mungâs he howled yesterday as I was barely around and not sure G is the most comforting of parents, he doesnât quite understand the word snuggle! Havenât quite got to the bottom of itÂ but I came home to find the wrong lights yesterday, no radio 4 or music in the background for the guys, no fire crackling away in the grate on and on I could go. So I've booked them into school which they love and written a long list for G on what to do when they get home!