Today's the day you're supposed to take the Christmas decorations down. Otherwise misrule enters the house. Or something.
There are signs of new life - even in horrible, grey, wet, gloomy January. I found this pot of miniature daffs languishing under the garden table from last year. The green shoots caught my eye and they look like there'll be buds coming soon.
Christmas hasn't been swept away entirely... the cold nights will be with us for a while yet and mulled wine makes things that bit cosier.
The tinsel's going back in the loft. But the fairy lights in the kitchen are a year-round fixture. In fact, the string of lights across the mantel are staying too. Joe loves them.