Scanning through my blog feeds this morning I came across this fabulous flashmob Christmas carol, thanks to ThatBritishWoman
Be ready for an overdose of cute, and maybe have a tissue ready? There's something about a flashmob that always makes me cry...
What a lovely way to start the day.
In the afternoon we met an agent for a local auction house at my father’s house. I had really contacted them for advice on a painting of my mother, which is ENORMOUS. I really don't wantvto part with it, but we can't fit it into our house, it's over 1.5m long and tall!
I didn't expect them to send someone round, because I didn't think there was anything valuable or worth his attention. (And I was right!). He didn't seem to mind coming out, had a quick look round, and made some helpful suggestions regarding trimming the portrait. I think we might be able to find somewhere in our house for the reduced portrait. It's sad to chop it about but we live in a small semi. To borrow a phrase, we need to cut our pictures to fit our walls!
As I was getting out of the car, I noticed a tangle of old man's beard, leaves and berries against the wall nearby. It seemed to glow through the dullness of the afternoon light.
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