Going...going...

Our £10 Homebase Christmas tree, which I wrestled home on three seperate buses one Sunday morning with an excitable Border collie in tow, has finally been put out of its misery. The way it sagged to the side was becoming too sad to see.

Getting it out of the house was almost as traumatic as getting it in. In protest at being unceremoniously dumped, it decided to shed every single one of its needles on the way downstairs. Every. Single. One.

Two hours later and we've hoovered and swept, hoovered and swept, and hoovered and swept again. Still the needles remain...