Friday, December 14, 2012
This morning: two felt balls - Christmas decorations - from Daughter 2. And a reindeer on the calendar.
From us to her - chocolate plum puddings.
We went into town today and parked in Heriot Row, where Robert Louis Stevenson grew up. This is his house. Heriot Row is very very expensive. I'm amazed that the owners are allowed to have a scarlet door. I thought that New Town ("new" as in 1800ish) doors all had to be black or white. It looks festively decorated inside, unlike (currently) our house. Tomorrow, however... .
This is a little street of shops which I shall never enter - all designery stuff such as Mulberry and Calvin Klein. Hmm, that lady in red could do with shedding a few pounds. She is not me, I hasten to add.
My husband has just this moment told me of the horrible shooting of little children in America. So I shall stop burbling about Christmas and just say that I'm very very sorry for anyone involved. How absolutely dreadful. Words fail.