This year started very quietly for me. Probably something to do with the butternut schnapps I consumed. January 1 saw hubs, daughter and I wanting to do our own thing.
Only one thing for it - grab a book and head to somewhere peaceful.
Just the right amount of noise level.
Children playing, dogs playfully barking.
White sails on the blue sea - leaving foamy white wakes behind them.
A couple of hours later when my two loves finished watching the latest chipmunk movie at the cinema, I was ready to join them, refreshed and rejuvenated - but with murder on my mind............
addit: I know that I'm late posting about new years day, but have only just uploaded the photos. Book is finished and Poirot reveled the killer, but I won't reveal who it was, that would be telling. You have to read the book ;)