We're nearly there, our little Twelve Days of Christmas doors are almost all open and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as we have.
Tomorrow's draw will be for something slightly different but Rocky insists, so I'm giving him one last blog day while we take down the tree and co, before sending him up to the summerhouse to deal with the mice. I hear we have been invaded by a rodent battalion, latest reports from the Front suggesting that they have captured the bale of straw that 'someone' had put in there.
It is now occupied territory and I have no plans to go near.
I'm looking forward to getting back to talking about recent reads too, and pondering some new reading trails because I've had a bumper reading break over Christmas and New Year, lots of thinking time as well ...and I've knitted a cardigan (almost) so plenty to report eventually.
I hope you'll forgive me but I'm beyond looking for the links between the Twelve Days and the prize draw books now but I'll bet there's a bagpipe or a drainpipe or some other sort of pipe thing in here somewhere.
And you can catch up too, or unlike me, start sensibly with Volume One.
My thanks to Bloomsbury for four prize draw copies of Austerity Britain, names in comments and the Utility Cat, whose biggest fear is food rationing, will do the honours.