Cosy Festive Corner
Surprisingly for this time a year the festive corner it's neither a tree nor a dinner table, but it's so much better than that. It is the cosy little corner you retire to after the Rabelaisian dinner. And what a blessing: terra cotta glazed greyhound is sitting quietly on a cushion...no barking, no feeding, no long walks in the frozen park...There is something missing...Oh I know what it is: the bottle of port! Well, too late for shopping now, I'll indulge myself with staring at the fire!