Two weeks until Christmas, and my decorations are now up in earnest. Since I currently have some weird form of vertigo that has me collapsing all over the place (think Scarlett O'Hara in pyjamas. Now think Scarlett O'Hara in pyjamas buying cigarettes at the gas station and fainting in front of the cute cashier.) I spent most of my weekend on the couch with my feet up and watching Friends. Which is twice as lovely when your entire flat looks (and smells) like Christmas.