My neighbours-at-the-bottom are putting up Christmas lights on their house. It's too early, I think. But then, yesterday I saw someone with a TREE in the window. That's unbelievably too early for me. I shall put mine up about a week before Christmas, I think, and I don't think I shall have outside lights. I may try to find a nice wreath for the front door. It feels odd - a little sad, but not entirely - to be pleasing myself completely.
We still haven't entirely emerged from snow cover. Walking is tiresome, and I have to be careful as I don't want to break my new hip. But I've actually managed very well, and my new Blundstone boots have been sovereign.