Through the square/round window

There was a bit of a melt last night but today a gentle, constant downfall has re-covered everywhere. So here's the proof that we've gone nowhere as the front yard is pristine and the gate firmly shut and smothered.
However, there's plenty to get on with indoors. The damson gin (extra) was decanted and required sampling to check if more gin was required (yes, just a little) and/or more sweetening (no, definitely not, unless you want cough syrup).
Then the stack of ironing that's been mounting. Done.
Then the present wrapping and boxing for the post (no happy travels to visit relatives this year, but I suppose the postage might possibly be less than the fuel - small consolation).
Some Christmas decoration rummaging but nothing up yet. A new house means that more thought is required as the familiar slots for various decorations have gone. It's fun to play with new places but also means a bit more fiddling around.
I am finally back on the sofa with Poppydog. So, leg up now, undemanding TV and a glass of medicinal vino :-)