
Water, water everywhere
A restaurant in one of the historical buildings around the market square of Weinheim took its name from an old part of town – the “hole of thieves”.

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It’s not quite the carol “On the first night of Christmas my true love gave to me …” – it’s a little bit more nonsense, a bit more foolishness. So I will be doing the 12th nights of Hogwash (DiscworldTM)
And to start off this is not a partridge but a hen – probably not quite a Cornish one but it’s the thought that counts.
In connection with Cornwall in Colours
In the radio they said that the weather we had these past two weeks is quite normal: a cold spell and then warming up before Christmas eve and a few non-descript, greyish festive days happens 7 out of 10 times. It’s a good thing we spend most of the time around the table!

I don’t have any photos of Henry’s first Christmas with us. I don’t really remember but I suppose I was too busy keeping him away from the decorations.
This was our attempt with a real tree. When it was still standing.


Next we tried the minimalist approach with a tree from Slovenia. It didn’t survive for too long.
Christmas under a glass dome was another attempt to deal with the problem (otherwise known as Henry).
Watch this space what yuletide will look this year in our house. I hope you all have a very merry one.
Fandango’s prompt for today – “blanket” – came at the right time. My students must think that I am really cold (my fetish for teaching at the open window notwithstanding) but I received four (!) blankets from them for Christmas. I’ve come to the conclusion … Continue reading Snuggle Up!