For the last four years, with our house dysfunctionally full of the clutter of the years and our spirits increasingly depressed, we haven't had a proper Xmas tree or decorations, this year more of an effort is being made. Today we went out to the garden centre where we used to go tree hunting as a family and dragged a bushy specimen back to our cave. Asbo immediately went into a demented ecstasy, trying to rub herself against it, hide in it and eat it all at the same time...I think that signifies approval.