Forgot to take pastry out of the freezer - nope, don't make my own - and now my annual mince pie production line has hit a hiccup. It will hit an even bigger hiccup tomorrow. A gulp in fact, involving a very greedy novelist and three small children. Will the mince pies survive until Christmas day? The jury's out.
At least the Christmas tree is up and, unlike last year, is not leaning like a drunk journalist at a Christmas office party. It's a beautiful tree, perfectly proportioned with just the right number of branches, like something from Harrods' shop window. In respect of its natural attributes I've restrained myself this year to a colour palette - how I love writing that line, Kelly Hoppen eat your heart out - of gold, white and red, rather than the usual exploding truckload of camp clashing shiny things. And, hell, it works! Less really is more!
I will remind myself of this fact as I reach for the last mince pie.
Have a wonderful Christmas!
Polly xxx
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