Yesterday, they let me know that the delivery of “logs” scheduled for today would be between 7 and 9 am. That meant an alarm for 6.30 … I got a text bang-on 7 to say that the estimated actual time would be 8.25. They actually arrived at 8.30, which is a time I’d normally be awake but still in bed, so it was worth getting up early I suppose.
Anyway, a dozen packs are now stacked away in the cupboard under the stairs, and a couple of packs behind my chair for easier access. All that is the compressed sawdust “heat logs”, though I do have one bag of real logs, which I ordered with the last delivery. I think that real logs on Christmas Day will feel right – as it’s the first Christmas since Mum died, and only the third Christmas ever that I’ve spent on my own at home, the little things will be helpful.
The Christmas tree went up two days ago – the third year it’s done, which is pretty fair. I might manage to keep it going for a further 12 months if I re-pot it in the spring.