Nope, It is not that obvious. The mother-in-law has not arrived yet. Only kidding. About the only thing I dread about this family Christmas is the penalty I pay for being so goddamn green.
That is to say our Christmas tree sits in a large wooden pit all year round, only coming in for arounnd 17 days at Christmas. Then it goes outside again to recouperate for next year. No disposable trees here, I am so bloody eco-friendly it is untrue. What I dread is bringing in what is an incredibly heavy pot, filled with earth and tree. Yesterday myself and P who helps in the garden brought it in. P is amuscular chap well versed in manual labour, unlike myself. But even he found it bloody hard going.
Anyhow,the tree is in and this morning Joshua, myself and Joshua’s pal R decorated it. Having accidentally murdered the last tree this new one is only five and a half foot high but it will grow and wiith plenty of room in the stairwell, the only part of this house yet to be redecorated, I reckon it should have at least half a dozen year’s service before being pensioned off for a well derserved retirement in the fields.
As many of you will know the decorations on the tree have been picked up from places where I have spent Christmases or the run up to Christmases past so come from: Wales, England, Greece, India, Israel, France, Canada, the USA, Ecuador, the Galapagos and the Isle of Man. Maybe in 2022 I should be a bit more adventurous and add to that list.
