It's been lovely, but I have to scream now..

Once or twice I've mentioned that I visit a lot of blogs, and that some of them belong to er, 'celebrity' scrapbookers. People who have become known throughout our world for their products or style, and quite rightly so. You know of course, that my nosiness likes the blogs because they chat about their perfect, blessed lives and post photos of their immaculate homes and I'm extremely envious, no doubt. I wouldn't swap my lovelies of course, but oh my, the space some of these people have to live in.. Anyway, I thought you may like to see the beauty of my Christmas holiday. Here's my gorgeous tree, it's been up for two weeks and looks lovely. I say looks, because it has of course lost that fresh tree smell. I say looks because you can't touch it, for luck, or to admire an ornament. Because of course, it'll be bare naked devoid of any green if you so much as waft in it's direction. You can see the lower branches are actually drooping, bless it. And this is the result of a pint of water a day! The presents, by the way, are not for show, they are still to be given. Three of them are for friends who came over on Christmas Eve, and I had one G&T too many and completely forgot about them; others are for family who we won't see until this evening - family and giving being the spirit of the Season and all.
And here's a shot of the Christmas table; by day - because I can't get the exposure right to show you the twinkly rich effect of all my candles and fairy lights upon a table laden with culinary perfection. That beautiful snowflake at the window - one of a series by Miss Dunnit, I might add - is a wintery way of letting the birds know not to fly into the glass, birdicide on Christmas day whilst we're trying to enjoy our turkey is a bit difficult to erm, swallow, really. So there you have the perfection of my Christmas....wanna see some of the ghastly reality?

Here's the war zone that my landing has become; that pile of laundry is the tops and darks accumulated since Christmas Eve and the ladder is because Mr Dunnit's idea of a holiday day is to carry on working in the attic (he's converting it....into what, I do not know...and will not go see until there's a proper staircase. No sir. Fat middle aged women with one teeny shred of dignity left do not do ladders.) And then for poops and giggles, gaze upon the pile of clean laundry waiting to see a hot iron. I know. How did that happen? I turned my back and had 3 days off. So there we have it. Now, if you've got 15 children under 10 and have scrapbook product deadlines that only allow you one day off and 6 hours sleep per night, admit it - someone else is doing your laundry, right? And girl, if that's not the case here are two pieces of advice:

1. I do not want to know...there are too many blog posts to write about you.

2. Find someone to help you out. We humans need the work.