Just done the rounds of neighbourly present delivery and have sampled the hospitality at each and every one. 11:30 in the morning here and I'm presently pleasantly plastered.
Now I've got to go and cut the tree down, trim it to size and somehow get it indoors and upright.
I have a feeling it isn't going to be easy.
Uncy asks, "Why don't you just take the house outside?"
I guess it's my neanderthal genetic inheritance telling me that real men chop down trees, wear high hee...oops.
Anyway, job done. Only minor injuries, flesh wounds, a pine sap rash up to my biceps and an entire string of now defunct fairy lights draped haphazardly over the dog's kennel which interrupted their freefall after they had been precipitately defenestrated in frustration.
I only hope that the firestarter, upon returning from watching Narnia at the cinema this afternoon, demonstrates the requisite inordinate levels of appreciation otherwise she'll be sleeping under aforementioned lights tonight.
Thank God for beer and home distilled pálinka.
Your very good health, one and all.