The Fake Finnish Christmas Tree.

If only the garden centre were dog friendly.  It could have been avoided.  Instead, after a Salami treat for being on fourth consecutive bike washing duty, I waited in the car for Rich to choose his tasteful fake Finnish Christmas tree.  My worry increased as the minutes ticked by.

"Ta daaaaaaaa!"

Opening the boot of the car, I counted the all too colourful boxes as he whisked them inside.  With glee, he recounted the items he'd purchased with no regret at the lack of the fake Finnish Christmas tree.  Driving home, I heard the words multi-coloured, blue, flashing, multiple options and fibre optics.  Are you getting the picture?

We are officially lit up like a Christmas tree.  
But with a flashing blue cherry tree instead (to be fair, he did think he'd bought warm white).   

There are some days when you wish you had a story.  And some days when you wish you had not.  So, a garish bit of red bling on my photo?  Really is nothing.

We did have a great ride!