Paris Imperfect and kitten

Not been posting owing to recurring vile cold, but I did recover to have a great launch party for Paris Imperfect here at home. I love parties - only snag is you have to tidy the house which in my case takes several days. To my surprise, some guests spent most of the party in my study which was only faintly better organised than usual, but I hope they were too busy chatting to notice shambolic bookshelves. It’s lucky I write books these days, so any lack of domestic goddesshood can be put down to artistic temperament. The food was good thanks to selected Waitrose and Sainsbury’s canapés, plus a few inventions de la maison and Delia.

Had to buy a Christmas tree in time for the party, of course. Huge expense this year as went for the non-drip kind. Not very green of me but I like to hang on to some traditions of my childhood. That’s £30 quid, said the man, is that all right? No, it is not all right, I said, but weakly bought it. According to the news, a chap spent £250 on a tree so seems like mine was an economy. To offset my extravagant carbon footprint, I gave money to charity, greenies will be glad to hear.
I also made my own Christmas wreath from garden greenery. It's pretty easy with an oasis circle base - easier than the willow hoop kind.

We have a houseguest at the moment. Son 1’s family kitten, four months and quite adorable. Black and tiny with slanted eyes and largish ears, mostly farm cat with a touch of Siamese possibly.