Despite what's happened, we are determined to still have a bloody good Christmas this year. So went to Wimbledon Park and bought a massive tree – this certainly wouldn't have fitted in our old house. And went crazy with some new John Lewis baubles too – we are WILD.
Had a very nice couple of hours, forgetting the world, while we popped up the seasonal penguin, elephant, sheep, polar bear, pears and other slightly odd tree decos from trips and quirky purchasing over the years.
Added in Dora the Sheep from the garden with Mrs Santa hat and reindeer earrings to guard the tree – which might be needed if we put the tree chocs on it, bloody Scrumpy found my pile of stocking fillers on the guest bed and has eaten an entire giant Toblerone and a box of Scrumple chocs (her namesake, rather fitting) already.
Little sod – she had my advent calendar on 2nd December too, so she got rather more of the contents than I did. Bye bye, Lindt bear et al….and hello lots of tin foil poo.
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