Welsh Maids Christmas Tree.

J went up the attic to get our Christmas tree, and all the other festive bits down this morning. This is just a glimpse of the decorations. It's not a colour co -ordinated or themed tree. It is a tree made up of a few things my daughter made when she was in school, and even some decorations that J had when he was young. The rest is all sorts of baubles, collected throughout the years since we first got married. The bell that you see, was given to me by my brother Pilipo. He used to travel to India on business trips, and he brought back some really lovely things for me. I think the tree looks really good. When we went to put all the empty boxes back up the attic i was passing them to J one by one when the phone rang. I went to answer it while he was still moving things about when all of a sudden he shouted out, QUICK. He was literally hanging by his fingernails from the attic opening, and his feet were on a ladder that was collapsing. While he was up the ladder , he had moved it slightly for me to pass to answer the phone. I rushed to his assistance and grabbed hold of his jeaned legs and almost yanked his jeans down. He shouted what are you doing? I managed to put the ladder firmly underneath his feet. The air was blue. After the emergency was over and the language was back to normal, we laughed our heads off. It wasn't funny at the time because he was frightened he was going to damage his back again.Calm has now been restored and needless to day , he blamed me!