hanging

started the morning with a mouth like a cellar step and a well bad hangover but a quick clinkclunkfizz sorted that out in a proverbial jiffy so off we went to the welsh hills to choose our perfect tree.

littleA is a whole year older now showing no risk of trying to climb up or crawl under the thing so we went for an eight footer, shoe-horned into the family corolla in a fashion that'd make the Griswalds proud.

the afternoon was spent decorating it, listening to our now-traditional Carpenters Classic Christmas. call it proper cheese-tastic if you will, but give me times like this any day.