Back in the box.

After a late start, we couldn't decide what we were going to do today, but as the weather was so dark damp & dismal, we decided to stay in and take the tree down. I know it's a bit early but because it's J's birthday on the twelth night he likes everything away before  then. While we were packing the baubles & tinsel away, I saw Santa looking forlorn at the thought of another year up the attic. Our daughter made it when she was in infant school, so it's at least forty odd years old, and way past it's best, but I can't throw it away. Everything is away now, and I am missing the tree lights already. Fish & chips later, with a pot of tea, yes, everything is back to normal, whatever normal is.