Before you get excited, there isn't a special variety of Quality Street for Christmas. Sorry for any confusion. I am referring to the tin of Quality Street that we buy at Christmas because it's the only time in the year that Herself allows such edible indulgence.
I bought our tin last Saturday, the same day the tree went up. And those two events in conjunction made me feel Christmassy for the first time this year. It's partly because Herself loves the tree thing so much. I was allowed to carry the tree up the stairs, and hold it while she put up its stand. I was allowed to help with the lights , and I put a few baubles on too. Then the little face was too much so she took over and moved all my baubles. But I don't mind. She has made our pikey little £15 tree from Faversham look really pretty.
Last night Herself was out, so I put on the Christmas tree lights, arranged the woollen rug over my ancient knees, tucked the dog into one side and the Quality Street into the other, and put on The Vicar of Dibley from my Complete Collection on DVD. Bliss.
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i'm afraid i like roses.
ReplyDeletemh likes celebrations.
but we will of course shovel anything in.
it's in the spirit of christmas, natch.
one year you should each decorate a tree and get the dog to decide which she likes bestest.