I mentioned the other day - ah, you're back again. Good. I'll carry on.
I mentioned the other day that we had a change this year and bought an artificial Christmas tree as we were just not prepared to pay the prices being asked for proper trees.
As you can see, it's really, really naff. Indeed, they don't come much naffer. Well, I went to collect the meat today (I forgot to say: I managed to dig the car out on Tuesday and some considerate neighbour has spread grit on the ice so I can get back up the road again.) and there outside the butcher's shop were just three Christmas trees. I could see no price tag on them and rather assumed they would be a little on the pricey side as they all seem to be this year. There was quite a queue in the shop but when finally I was handed the meat the Old Bat had ordered several weeks back, I asked the price of the trees.
'I'll give you £10 for one.'
'Tell you what, your meat comes to £88. Make that £100 and you can have a tree.'
The smile on the Old Bat's face when she saw the tree was well worth £12.