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21 December 2022. On the tail end of Christmas preparations when the house looks like a mini tornado has swept through. And, as with every year fingers crossed everything eventually manages to sort itself out and look like we’ve temporarily stepped out of a magazine. That is, until Christmas morning, when the tornado rebounds back swirling torn up wrapping paper everywhere, where for one day of the year, it’s perfectly acceptable and even amusing! Strange really😉