Despite the weather the tree outside is as decorated as it is going to be. We have had to dodge the wind and the rain to get this far and having seen  that the tree opposite is losing it's tinsel already, our decorations are tied on with wool and string.

Yesterday Jay and I went in search of an 'indoor' tree. Last year we found one at the local nursery but this time we were too late. The only choices left were too small and far too expensive so we went on to Carrefour where there were still loads of  'sapins' at reasonable prices. They were on display in the carpark, attended by a tough little lady who emerged from her wooden cabin to show us her wares.

We made our choice and she carried it to the 'wrapping machine' while we went to the petrol cashier to pay. When we came back she lifted it easily all by herself and loaded into the car. The boot wouldn't close but, never mind, we'd take it slowly.

CC spent the evening decorating and today I did the baking(homemade mincemeat - minus suet - because the French don't know what it is) and Jay bought some wine and spices for our traditional family celebration when the tree is up - mulled wine and mince pies.

Bear, of course, did not wish to join in and sat in front of the television doggedly watching Airline (must be the unpteenth repeat) and eating fishpie because he does not want to eat with us later.

He always says he hates Christmas but we manage to enjoy it inspite of his petty moodiness.

So much for the season of goodwill to all men in our house.