Head Space Daily Words...

I found a paper crown from a Christmas cracker this morning (see Daily Image,) crumpled under a table on the bedroom floor. For me it was the beginning of a day that officially symbolized the end of the Christmas season, as I also finished off the smoked salmon, which was one day off it’s best before date, disposed of a week old dish of trifle and went for a run. It wasn’t cold enough for my running tights and tea cosy wooly hat, so Brockley got to see my legs in all their glory and my tousled mop. Brockley has become a very popular area for people to move to in recent years and if the chance to see me bounding through the local streets isn’t reason enough to take up residence, then I don’t know what is. So, with that, Christmas is officially over - finished, no more, done, until it all starts again around mid September...