This morning, immediately after a breakfast of poached egg on lightly toasted pitta (yum), and pre shower, I stripped the Christmas tree of decorations and lights. By the time I’d packed those away, JP was up and offered to help dismantle the tree. Somehow, either the tree had expanded, or the box had shrunk because it took us nearly twenty minutes to wrestle the blasted thing into a state of submission sufficient for us to get it back into the box which was then secured with strong tape before any part of the tree had a chance to escape. Why is it so difficult for an artificial Christmas tree to re-fit the box the same way that it did when it was first packed in the factory? No matter. I don’t have to think about it again before December and that’s a long way off. Sigh.
Big sis sent me this photo of Dave in re-cycling mode!