Brown paper and string.

Nearly here. Sitting up late, fire's fading, wrapping all the presents in brown paper and string. Always used to - almost a tradition for me. Felt I needed that.

And the whole thing, the Christmas experience has kinda crept up on me. Failed to write cards. Bought a whole load of things that don't seem to suit who I need to give presents too.

Hardest thing? Not writing Kate on the tags as I cut them out of old cards. Old cards that are adressed to her.

Going to be hard. Going to let it.