post xmas

This was going to be our xmas card this year.

One very hail damaged but now on the mend Agatha all gussied up for the occasion.

But it was ixnayed by Goat for being "too phallic".

Hmm...I thought it was a study in geometric form... you know, a cone-within-a-cone.

Oh well.

But this one got the seal of approval (it looks pretty good printed on proper stock).

And so off to the neighbours it went.


Speaking of neighbours, the 70-something matricarch of our Street who has lived here since she was a little girl is like our very own
Mrs Madrigal (except for the pot), and yesterday from her eyrie (a first floor deck which I suspect is so not Code) she gave me an extended rundown on how her xmas day went, apologising for the noise (there was none, save for the odd hoot and champagne cork popping), the various dynamics of her extended family, along with an invitation to next year's festivities.
Let me tell you she is one groovy granny, with a whole wardrobe of 60s terrycloth shortie jumpsuits in wild colours.

So her husband was off to the beach and she was settling in to enjoy the peace and quiet with a Brandy Alexander (it was 11 am).
And who can begrudge her that? She's earned it.