I love December. It starts with my birthday and ends with a week off work and more Prosecco than is strictly advisable for a woman of my height and fighting weight.
Last weekend Chris took me to The King’s Arms for birthday bangers ‘n’ mash (not a euphemism), then we went to Homebase and bought a ridiculously large and lovely tree. It only just fit our little Ford Fiesta, and my hair was all tangled in the branches when we got home.
But he’s a beauty! The house smells like a magical forest of win. I know a lot of people who don’t like to put the tree up ’til a few days before Christmas, but I’ve got no truck with that – the tree’s been grown, cared for, lopped down and transported just to act as a decoration for us. It seems only right and festive that we keep it alive and enjoy it for as long as possible.
We love you, Tree!