I popped our Christmas tree up at the weekend.

 

 

I say popped, because it's sort of true.

 

It's a nice easy tree to put up and to put away again.

 

No huffing and puffing involved.

 

No sweaty armpits. No stomping around in frustration when that bit won't go in this bit. The tree is full of ornaments collected over however many years I've been living here.

 

Many of them tend to be fluffy pink, very girly ones.

 

There's a couple of Dutch baubles from our honeymoon and lots of quirky European ones, mostly from France. I'm enjoying my living room at the moment.

 

I like a little change around. It's just a tad disappointing that our cats are the only cats in the world who don't climb trees, wanting to be the fairy-angelic star on the top.

 

Ah, back to the daily grind of work. IT this afternoon.