Right, so after a 160 mile round trip, we now have not one, but TWO Christmas trees in our flat. As I predicted earlier, I left The Sister sorting our tree out in the lounge and watched Twister (all the while marvelling that they made a film about weather - we Brits must be in our element - ha ha, like my pun?).
And here is her handiwork:
Yes, very purdy.
Oh yes, and the other one? Well, this has come about because The Dad really cannot be bothered with Christmas. He can be bothered even less than me. So, when I rocked up at the house this afternoon his tree was sitting in the porch waiting for me as well.
“Leave it out somewhere in your block of flats if you like. Someone will steal it,” he said when I enquired what we wanted with yet another tree.
And so I thought that I probably would do that.
Except when I arrived back home I suddenly found myself tortured with images of this poor little (plastic) tree sitting forlornly out in the cold, and nobody stealing it and taking it to a loving home*. I mean, it really is a pathetic little thing. One of those shitty trees from the 1980s. So, anyway, the tree has been The Dad’s tree since we were kiddies, and we’ve had many fun afternoons putting it all together (with a mish mash of baubles and tinsel - The Dad’s tree was always hideous, whereas the one at the house of The Mother has always been themed, one year silver, one year red and gold and so on - yes, she has too much time on her hands). So, I couldn’t leave it outside and The Sister and I dragged it up in the lift and have decided to dump it in my bedroom by the balcony doors. And it doesn’t look totally shit:
Just 99% shit. But the icing on the cake (or, rather, the star on the top) is a cardboard Angelic Kenny so I am now sold on it.
Anyway, in the Festive Street War of Christmas decorations I am now convinced that we are winning. We may not have flashing outdoor lights or glow Santas hanging from the balconies, but we have TWO trees visible from our flat. And this is a flat not fussed by Christmas so surely we get double points for how well we have done without even caring!!
For those worried, the Festive Cactus is now back happily on the mantlepiece.
So, Merry Christmas everyone. A bottle of Bud is calling…
*Who do you know that gets sentimental over a bloody plastic tree?!
If I can get this friggin camera going, I’ll send some pictures of our pathetic tree… which right now has no bulbs or ribbon, or working lights in the middle!
Twister? what a very Chrismtassy movie to watch while sticking up decorations
Your second tree does look a bit like the under dog of Christmas trees.
Althoguh its much better then my effot as we have no Christmas decorations up in our house.
MiM - yeah, I want to see a tree more pathetic than mine!!
Boy - It’s even leaning over! Pile of crap.