The bathroom facilities are once again fully functioning.
The tree has been purchased and dressed with strings of lametta, baubles of the non glass variety (in consideration of the one year old tornado who will be descending on us shortly) and twinkling lights.
There are scores of mince pies in the freezer.
There's a vegan Christmas cake in the tin.
I've successfully climbed halfway up (more or less) Mount Wrapping.
There are new curtains at the windows and a new kilim on the floor.
The cards have been written and posted (well, most of them).
I've watched and wept over Love Actually.
I've snatched ten minutes here and there to catch up with Hercule Poirot's investigations.
And someone managed a wave whilst doing a trial run before the big night.
There's still a to do list as long as your arm but it feels like we're getting there.
Sort of.