Today was the annual trip out to buy a Christmas tree.
To get us in the spirit Daughter-blog sang,
"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, your ornaments are history"
Then we spent a good twenty minutes in the rain (freshly arrived from Southampton) choosing the one good tree from a pretty sorry bunch. As is our tradition, we went for an eight foot tree to fit in our 6'6" high lounge. Also in keeping with tradition we gave absolutely no thought as to how we were going to get the damn thing in the car.
Fifteen minutes of pushing, shoving, swearing under breath and it finally made it (albeit with one end sticking out of the window.
Totally stressed we get the tree home without being arrested for driving with a dangerous load.
Then the dog-blog decides to have a mad spell and ran straight through the fairy lights we were half-way through putting on the tree.
The day was only saved by a trip to the coffee shop with daughter blog. There we met a neighbour who has a three year old daughter called Freya.
"What does she want for Christmas?" we asked.
"A Blue Cat!!!"
My troubles suddenly did not seem so bad!
To get us in the spirit Daughter-blog sang,
"O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, your ornaments are history"
Then we spent a good twenty minutes in the rain (freshly arrived from Southampton) choosing the one good tree from a pretty sorry bunch. As is our tradition, we went for an eight foot tree to fit in our 6'6" high lounge. Also in keeping with tradition we gave absolutely no thought as to how we were going to get the damn thing in the car.
Then the dog-blog decides to have a mad spell and ran straight through the fairy lights we were half-way through putting on the tree.
"What does she want for Christmas?" we asked.
"A Blue Cat!!!"
My troubles suddenly did not seem so bad!
"Fifteen minutes of pushing, shoving, swearing under breath and it finally made it (albeit with one end sticking out of the window)"
ReplyDeleteNow why does that sound familiar...?