It's that time again

The poor trees. They've served their purpose in their short life and now they lie strewn around the city council bins waiting to be gathered up by someone and dumped somewhere else.
No more angels and fairies, no more sparkling lights for them, no more tinsel and baubles, no more parcels to protect. It's a short fleeting glimpse of fame-life in the camera lens- how quickly it can disappear.
Maybe they actually hate it. Maybe they hate getting all dressed up like blackpool illuminations.
Had planned to go stumping but have clearly been beaten to it.
Second day back. A lot better than yesterday.
A post work swim helped my back and brain tonight- maybe if I sleep decently tonight I can have a drug free day tomorrow.