Monday, 17 December 2012

Waiting by Fire

The doll house is old and insulated in an old fashioned way. It means woollen socks, jumpers and daily live fire.

Apart from frequent runs between the house and wood shed, this week was marked with unwrapping  and opening of two Christmas tree adorned boxes of chocolates. I thought that I better eat them before they go to waste on Friday, when the world will become to it's end. I have to admit that I have difficulties to believe in the Mayan prediction, since such has been predicted in the past and the world has survived all. However, I am not ready to take any chances with chocolate in da house. 

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