The endless making of wreaths, and the checking of the clip to see how many there are to go
the panic over whether or not I will be able to attend my own birthday dinner
and the endless debate as to whether or not you sacrifice an hours production time to tidy up, you know in the long run it would be sensible, less likely to break one's neck falling over a box, but a lady is coming at 3pm to collect 3 enormous wreaths i haven't yet made.
Something very odd has happened this year, I am not stressed.
I am in fact enjoying it all.
Happy as a bird
Maybe it's a pirate thing?