For whom the bells ding dong
IT’S Christmas (almost) and this year I plan to deck the halls, well, The Barn, early. Mr D is not a particularly Christmassy human. Last year, his barn’s decorations totalled a few Christmas cards on the dresser and a slug of mulled wine down the gullet so, realistically, unless I parade around in a sexy Mrs Santa outfit he’ll probably not appreciate any endeavours. Still, his barn is a blank canvas and I’m determined to make his baubles jingle with or without the aid of some cheese wire red and white fluffy knickers.
“I’m determined to make
