Fir ony's sake. As my Dad always says.

Tess and I bought a real tree on impulse on Sunday. Took down the poor fake one and finally got the real one up tonight. Yet again chipping away at any environmental credentials I ever had as a sustainability project officer or a waste strategy manager way back when. But you have to have a real tree. If you can get away with it. And if you can. You should. But probably best to get one that fits in your room and doesn't mean you don't have room for the sofa anymore. Which is the mistake I made. The clue was in the 30 minutes it took us to try and get it in the car. But I was caught on the crest of a Christmas coma by then. There was no way the tree man was letting us go away empty handed. Salesman of the year at Parkhill garden centre. But it's a good mistake. Its so big in our wee room it's ridiculous(ly fantastic). And the kids? They love it. They decorated it together and only fell out 23 times in the process. That was when my hangover really kicked in.......just watched the hobbit part two again, teeing up for a cinema trip for the third. Three quarters of us are now in holiday.