Traditions

 We all have silly traditions when it comes to Christmas.

It’s the time of year where memories float forward into psychi again, like an ebbing tide ,

and traditions visited again, gives you a sense of time and place and person and emotion.

I have only one full day off before being back on night duty on Wednesday, and so after a sleep I thought I’d hang the Christmas cards already delivered around the living room

My tradition is to fill every wall in the room.

It’s not a big tradition , but like all mini obsessions, it’s pleasing when it’s completed.

I’m three quarters completed so far.

The bad tempered postman dropped off a delivery of cards this afternoon, sending Dorothy into a mild state of low anxiety. 

Albert has not moved from his new position in the bedroom window seat. 

He was carefully watching Trendy Carol pass when I last saw him 

She has a new bright orange puffer jacket .

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