Last weekend was our last at The Anchor before Christmas.
Yesterday Jill and I piled our hire car with Christmas goodies and set off for the trek down to Plymouth. We arrived just in time to assist in that most important affair, hurling quantities of baubles etc. at a poor inoffensive fir tree.
Here are some simple instructions in this esoteric art.
First of all the lights must be artistically draped upon the boughs.
The important part is to then go through the entire set of lights to discover why they aren't working. Next procure another set of lights as the first set will not be long enough. They won't match but to an artist this just represents a challenge.
So I will leave you with a moving old Christmas poem:
A fairies life is very hard
Up where the tree light flickers.
Sitting here all Christmas long
With a pine tree up your knickers.
Watch this space............