Sorted

The Tree is sorted. By Him. She went out food shopping (Why? Has already bought enough for a year-long siege. Cannot understand why Christmas makes people do odd things. Apart from joyous food for Myself that is.) As soon as She had gone He removed all the presents from beneath The Tree and crawled underneath with a bowl of soapy water. Washed all hint of a pong from the natty little water pot and the trunk and the carpet and a couple of baubles that had got in TB's way. Then He disinfected it so it now smells of pine tree again. Myself tested the water in the pot but that too is now pine scented so shall give it a miss.

After that He had a glass of wine and inspected every single present. All clear apart from one that He had bought and wrapped for Himself. Unfortunately TB had scored a direct hit on it and the paper was still soggy. And the contents: His favourite macadamia nuts and dried cranberries. He sighed and fed them to the chickens. And had another glass of wine and put everything straight before Her return.

OLAHF has a slight limp and is confining itself to chasing Freds & Fredettes.