Attending the birthday party of The Stamford Hen, or the AGM of the Coven as it is more commonly known. We all ate delicious things and drank lots of pinkness.
Heralding the return of winter bulbs, whilst panicking that this means Christmas is quite close.
We have also been fiddling about with flowers in martini glasses. I don't like this kind of vase, I see little point to them, they are much better filled with an espressotini.
To all residents past, present, and future of number 72 - the mulled wine, parkin, sparklers, worrying that the trees might catch, inappropriate footwear - Happy fireworks.