The best-laid plans

We collected a Christmas tree this morning. We were almost the only people at the tree farm. One of the assistants told us, 'If you want bushy but no smell get the Nordmann; if you prefer slim with a smell get the Fraser Fir.'

'But I want bushy with a smell.'

In keeping with 2020 this year we opted to go short and fat. At this point I was planning to show you a photo of my beautifully-decorated tree ... but the lights aren't working. We have four different sets and none of them work. No, one does but only when it feels like it.

So tomorrow I shall be running into the local store, finding some new lights, and running out as quickly as possible.

On our way to the tree farm I made Husband go via Mumbles - completely the opposite direction. At first he said, 'No! You can go afterwards,' but when I explained that it was important and involved what we would be eating on Christmas Day he said, 'Okay, let's go.'

As we have resigned ourselves to being alone on the Big Day Husband suggested that we bought a rib or two of beef for our dinner. According to the website the butcher wasn't taking orders until 30th December. 'That's fine,' says I. 'I expect that's just online. If we go to the shop I can order one there.'

No I couldn't. All already spoken for, as is the sirloin roasting beef.

I am currently thinking large pizza topped with turkey, stuffing, and sprouts, for Christmas dinner.

You see, just when I am boasting about my super organisational skills it all collapses on me.

We did get to talk to the reindeer though.