You and Your PussyCat Nose

Finally the Christmas Spirit has bit me.

Last night Mam said, "don't bother posting the card, I'll get it on Saturday". "What's happening Saturday I said?" "Christmas", said Mam.

I'm calmer now, I've seen Boy smile. Toolibelle is thru the trauma of the School Dance, and is happy and content. Christmas Presents have been bought, and holidays are in sight.

Last night we looked round the house, and despite the fairy lights dotted around, and the cards adorning the walls, we were rather lacking in TREE. For the last 4 years we have had a real tree, which seems to suffer greatly, in the move from the cold garden, to the house and back again. Sitting in the drive, it only looked as if it was partly recovered from last Christmas, so the decision was made to flee to Tesco and buy a tree. Which we did.

Of course, as with all things, some members of the family have found the box far more interesting than the tree. Beanie has spent most of the evening running around inside one box or another, or as in five minutes ago, inside a paper bag, which she couldn't get out of!

Beau has looked on rather appathetically. Beau is in love with the ribbons which we bought, and which are now tied in rather lovely bows on the ends of the branches of the tree.

I have a feeling we will come home to an up-ended tree, and a contented cat, with lots of red ribbon scattered round!