The title of this post isn't particularly accurate. I mean a) I can't drive - I failed my test after a whopping 46 hours of lessons and an incident where I somehow drove straight across a roundabout (my current theory is I actually left my body for 15 seconds) - and b) I got back to Glasgow on Wednesday. But if you're not allowed a bit of poetic licence at Christmas, when are you?
Saying that I've been back for two days now, I haven't exactly been on holiday because I have a big paper I'm supposed to get written before the big day. That's starting to look less and less likely but I'm persevering and only leaving the familial home to brave the ravages of Christmas food shopping in Waitrose and Whole Foods. The WASPs on the South Side are vicious. The rest of the time I'm cooped up in the dining room with my laptop, a jug of coffee and sheets upon sheets of my supervisor's impenetrable handwriting. Still, I am absorbing the festive spirit through my parents' obsessive holiday decorating; every square inch of our home is cluttered with tinsel, holly, candles, glitter, traditional Swedish knick-knacks, miniature pines... And let's not forget the giant Christmas tree bedecked with baubles from every city we've ever visited, plus the latest addition - the festive gourd!
I hope you enjoy the photos, I've been experimenting with "editing" them in Swankolab on my iPhone (originally taken on the SLR). I particularly like the effect with the fairy lights and the baubles on the stairs. Now, back to that article...
I've also only just realised - nobody's ever asked me why we put Swiss flags up at Christmas time...
xxx
Duck
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