Leaves

I'm taking no credit for doing the tree, Himself did it while I carried out the festive task of cleaning the fridge. Prompted by having to move 400 half empty jars of stuff in order to get some of next week's food in. 

Before that I'd raked the leaves off the lawn, been up to the yard for a riding lesson, driven home again, picked Himself up, driven back up past the yard to go and visit his Dad's grave and then whizzed round Waitrose.