Nostalgia

I've just had a weird recollection on a rhyme my mum taught me when I was little when I ate prunes, or something else with pips to decide who I would marry when I grow up...

 Tinker

 Tailor

 Soldier

Sailor

Rich man

Poor man

Beggar-man

Thief

Clearly mum didn't expect me to aim very high. I now have other ideas! (See below)

Mmmmmmmm....

Here are some Christmassy lights pictures that made me happy! :-)