In denial

The cards have been put out with the recycling, the tree has been taken down and the needles swept up (other than those which we will continue to find in oddly random places between now and June). The last of the mincemeat has been stuffed inside a fat Bramley and baked in the oven and the last slices of the Cake have been wrapped in foil and stashed away for this afternoon's walk. Thank-you cards have been written and posted and the new toys amalgamated with the old. The fairy lights, though - they've been left up. I'm not quite ready to meet January's cold, harsh stare. Not just yet....