There is always something slightly melancholy about taking down the Christmas tree, packing away decorations until next year and having a quick flip-through of cards received. For me it feels like hearing the echo of children now grown up and gone far away. Maudlin, I know, but I can't help it. Oh well, there's always next year.
On a brighter note, we took our children ice skating on Saturday, to an outdoor rink set up in one of our local parks. We had a very enjoyable time, so I thought I would post a picture of my wife and children larking about on the ice!
Moving onto perfume, I didn't wear a lot this weekend. In fact, Sunday was scentless.