The holidays have got to me. I admit defeat. My house won't be decorated, my turkey won't be, my champagne won't be French and my christmas cracker hats appear to be plastic ... quel horreur (the bad French bit was to cheer up Kim as she approaches her test). The stress. The torture that is the local shopping centre! Do I really need to go back to pick up fresh vegetables a day or so before Christmas? Can we just eat cold ham and roasted potatoes? Dear Santa I need a teahouse at the end of the garden. Somewhere to go to relax, to contemplate, to meditate. Something just like these by Czech designers A1 Architects. Go away holidays! You'll find me here for the next week or two.