Recklessly in January I threw the old tree out into the garden…I loved that tree, I would spend all day decorating it, and then tinker with it all through December.
Five years with Alex and Minty had taken it’s toll and the final bell rang on December 19th last year when Minty; in her haste to jump onto the window-sill to bark at whichever audacious person dared to walk past, simply jumped through the tree and snapped a crucial branch off.
Hmm, here she is plotting it’s quite literal downfall on the day I put it up last year.
So, out it went in January with fervent plans to put aside enough pennies to afford another one.
No, that didn’t happen and so sadly I couldn’t justify the cost of the one I wanted from the garden centre (£120!)
Instead opted for a cheaper one. Bah humbug.
Anyway, here it is, i’ve gussied up the photo to make it look more than it is and ready for printing for my christmas journal.
Yes, irony at Christmas is quite misplaced, but still, it’s there.
Father Christmas’ expression says it all I think.