December 20th, 2016 (11:33 am)
current mood: bitchy
Mr W struggled up and down to the loft last night and then, masterfully, assembled the rather ancient artificial tree that gets called into service every year. On completion I didn't have the heart to tell him it looked a bit wonky and there seemed to be some branches missing! By now the house was full of boxes containing various bits of Christmas paraphernalia so I had two choices - get on with decorating the tree or fall over all the boxes that seemed to be placed strategically in order for me to fall over them!
This morning I gave in - mainly to save my bruised ankles and decorated the tree. I tried I don't know how many boxes of Christmas lights until I found some that worked and wrapped the tree into submission, then the tinsel followed and I deftly filled in the gaps where the lost branches should have been with tinsel, baubles and lights. Mr W inspected it when I finished and gave his approval. Once completed I turned off the lights and checked my computer. Mr W then arrived for his mid-morning cuppa and cake and voiced his dismay that the lights were turned off but announced, with more than a hint of triumph in his voice, that: 'I'm glad the tree is up . . . at last'! I resisted the temptation to throw the cup of tea over him!
To be honest the tree doesn't look too bad - bearing in mind I'm inclined to decorate in the style of Jackson Pollack. As instructed I've also hung cat friendly baubles on the lower branches. 'It's Debo's Christmas too' remarked Mr W sweetly! This from the man who usually forgets to buy me a present!!! This year I might strike lucky though as I've told him I could do with a small pocket torch. He bought some parts off one of his suppliers yesterday and showed me a torch he had bought that he thought might be suitable. 'Look'! he enthused, 'You can twist it in all sorts of directions, and it's magnetic so it will stick to metal, and the beam . . . . .' but I cut short his enthusiastic explanations and told him that as it was the size of a small cannon I wasn't really that interested. 'That's good', he cheerfully announced 'because I can use it in the garage'.
Question: Do you think that he disabled the electric saw on purpose so that I couldn't chop our artificial tree into tiny bits and shove them into his Christmas stocking? Grrrrrrr!