And then things didn't go quite as planned....
First, the hardware for our new front doors never arrived. So (sans handles) our new doors are unusable, and remain closed only by the weight of a hefty bronze horse statue. Our guests will be greeted on Christmas Day by me leaning out the laundry window and shouting 'Come round the back!'. Not quite the elegant arrival I was hoping for...
|Our Chinese bronze horse, valiantly holding the|
new front doors closed against the wind
Then our garden, in what can only have been a planned act of sabotage, has decided to begin dying en-mass. A large topiary English box that sits prominently beside the new (handle-less) front doors has turned up toes. It is one of a pair, of course, and I have been assured by the nurseryman that I have absolutely no hope of finding a matching replacement. Meanwhile, five very large London Planes decided that they'd seen one gust of hot wind too many and promptly dropped dead. Farmer Joe and I have redirected part of the Christmas budget to replace three of the trees and are now spending each evening soaking the newcomers with a farm fire fighter unit - (as the nurseryman said "Remember, London's a swamp. You've gotta drown them!").
|One of the replacement London Planes. Possibly the|
most carefully tended tree in Australia.
The commissioned painting that would have hung in the entrance and greeted our guests as they arrived is no where to be seen, despite having been commissioned in August with many assurances from the artist that it absolutely would be ready for Christmas. But as our guests are no longer coming through the front door, I don't suppose that one matters anymore, anyway.
Considering these events, I've decided that Murphy's Law is nature's way of balancing out slightly obsessive perfectionists like myself. A bit of a reminder that some deceased plants and absent home accessories is not actually the greatest disaster that can befall a Christmas celebration. The crayfish is ordered, our relatives are still coming, and we've got enough good wine in the fridge, pantry and buffet to stock a modest sized liquor store. So at this point, I'm going to pour myself a chilled Sauv Blanc, head to the kitchen and get baking. Sincere warm wishes to you all for a wonderful Christmas, and thank you for sharing this second year of our House on Chambers journey. See you in January!
|When all else fails...|