Well, it’s 12th Night. I thought I’d take a photo of the tree before I put all the decorations away…

Hurrah! After only six months on the waiting list, Canterbury Council finally called me to tell me that they’ve found a garage for me. My poor little Corvette no longer needs to sleep outside in the cold. It’ll move indoors on Monday, as soon as I pick up the keys.

I’m back from France, and it feels like Christmas is finally over. The tree is down, the leftovers are gone, and the diet has begun. (Yes, Mother, I can hear you saying “I told you so.” I knew it would happen eventually. For the first time in my life, I’ve actually had to go on a diet, as the holiday season and too few visits to the gym has created a bit of a spare tyre).

I think it’s time to book my Easter holiday. I’ll go crazy if I’ve got nothing to look forward to. We’re thinking of two weeks in Thailand, with a quick stop in Hong Kong on the way.