I kind of resent the beginning of every year, not because I might fail my resolutions or because I’ve over indulged over Christmas, but because we have to take down the festive decorations. The house feels so warm and welcoming when bedecked by fairy lights, velvet bunting and a centrepiece tree.
It also doesn’t help that my beloved decorations that I have spent years collecting go into one sad cardboard box with no rhyme or reason, usually unprotected from the dust of the loft, until I need them next year. Everything just gets dumped in and I cross my fingers it won’t get bumped or moved during our renovation.
