In case you hadn't noticed folks, it's winter.
And you know what that means, don't you?
I mean apart from, the shredding trees and frosty mornings. And the dark nights and roaring fires. And the mugs of hot chocolate with melting marshmallows.
And apart from the hint of Christmas in the chilly air.
It's the X Factor live show on Saturday nights!
I no longer have any desire to leave my house on a Saturday night. Summer is s distant memory and Autumn is about to join her. The thought of venturing out into the black night fills me with horror.
No shivering walks and stuffy crowded bars for me. No thank you, sir.
The fairy lights are now officially in use, we are even contemplating lighting the real fire. The candles create coziness in the cottage corners.
At the beginning of Saturday nights, I can be found in the kitchen, preparing a banquet, dressed in my biggest smile and pinkest wine glass.
I've renamed the X factor live shows, 'Theme Nights' because hubby and I shall be visiting as many countries as we can, live from our sofa. Well, their cuisines at least.
Mexican night, Italian night and Greek night, to name a few. Food is sampled whilst the television is entertaining us with singing, dancing and voting. Which throws important questions into the air such as, who will leave tonight's show and who will be crowned the winner?
Not to mention, what shall we eat during our next 'Theme night'?
Oh yes, life is for living.
Particularly on a Saturday night.
A house is made of bricks and beams. A home is made of love and dreams.
Candles are alight. Can you tell they are actually fake? Far safer with Tommy.
And this beauty is fake.
Before bedtime it's chocolate o'clock.