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when will you put yours up? who is not going to have one?
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.Usually about the 2nd weekend in December. We have a routine.
we troop to the local nursery (plant, not child) and try to avoid eye contact, until necessary with the owners and their offpring, who we're convinced are all inbreeds. Then we squabble over the trees. I always want a reasonable sized tree- about 4 foot. Hubby always wants one about 75 foot (maybe slight exageration). Then we drive home with said 75 foot tree which is giving us permanent damage as it attempt to garrot us from the back of the car.
Then hubby spends a good half hour swearing at the tree as he tries to heave into the house- pine needles meanwhile are carpetting the entire road by this stage. I'm desperately trying to move furniture out of his way whilst he's bawling at me to hurry up as "this sodding thing weighs a ton" whilst i snap back that it wouldn't do if we'd got the tree i wanted.
Eventually it's put into it's desginated corner and set free from its protecting netting, usually catapulting hubby a good few feet across the room in the process. It usually has a lean on it, so then im dispatached to go find some string, before it falls over completely. We then spend another fun packed 10 minuted trying to get the string round its'body' and nailing it to the wall. By this time, we've usually trapped the dog behind the tree and she's staring as us pathethically until one of us lifts some branches out of her way so she can escape.
we then have a brew- or some booze before we embark on decorating it as we're completely bloody frazzled by then.
fun times!
we troop to the local nursery (plant, not child) and try to avoid eye contact, until necessary with the owners and their offpring, who we're convinced are all inbreeds. Then we squabble over the trees. I always want a reasonable sized tree- about 4 foot. Hubby always wants one about 75 foot (maybe slight exageration). Then we drive home with said 75 foot tree which is giving us permanent damage as it attempt to garrot us from the back of the car.
Then hubby spends a good half hour swearing at the tree as he tries to heave into the house- pine needles meanwhile are carpetting the entire road by this stage. I'm desperately trying to move furniture out of his way whilst he's bawling at me to hurry up as "this sodding thing weighs a ton" whilst i snap back that it wouldn't do if we'd got the tree i wanted.
Eventually it's put into it's desginated corner and set free from its protecting netting, usually catapulting hubby a good few feet across the room in the process. It usually has a lean on it, so then im dispatached to go find some string, before it falls over completely. We then spend another fun packed 10 minuted trying to get the string round its'body' and nailing it to the wall. By this time, we've usually trapped the dog behind the tree and she's staring as us pathethically until one of us lifts some branches out of her way so she can escape.
we then have a brew- or some booze before we embark on decorating it as we're completely bloody frazzled by then.
fun times!
Some time in december, when I have cleaned the house top to bottom. I like to make sure no workmen are coming round to fix anything, because our rental house is falling part they have to come round every couple of months to do another quick fix which breaks weeks later.
Problem is that I get all the lovely stockings out and the lovely decorations and even put some nice looking gifts under the tree and then some rough guy who looks like he never washes comes round to fix something and I find him eyeing up all the valuables in the house never mind the fairy light covered tree and gifts.
I am not at all rich, and spend only a small amount at xmas, I just like making the effort to make things look nicer than they are.
I don't like attracting people to robb me so I have to keep everything out of sight until last minute.
Problem is that I get all the lovely stockings out and the lovely decorations and even put some nice looking gifts under the tree and then some rough guy who looks like he never washes comes round to fix something and I find him eyeing up all the valuables in the house never mind the fairy light covered tree and gifts.
I am not at all rich, and spend only a small amount at xmas, I just like making the effort to make things look nicer than they are.
I don't like attracting people to robb me so I have to keep everything out of sight until last minute.
Well I'm just not a very trusting person I think, what with the general way crimes going in our modern world I try to keep people I don't know at arms distance or longer until I know they can be trusted, I don't go looking for trouble and by that I mean I don't get into a fight I cannot win, I don't stir one up either. And lastly I don't attract trouble by walking round showing off my riches, I actively hide anything of value be that on my person or in my house, I think your less likely to be robbed if you dont have anything worth nicking.
I actually walk round my local city in quite cheap student like clothes so not to attract attention, yes it is a bad city in my view and CCTV cannot cover every section of the city. Of course there are the types of people who don't care being caught. To look at me in town I would look fairly poor on first view, no big labels, no jewellery, no handbag. Proof came the other week when I went into my HSBC to deposit a cheque for �50,000 the guy behind the desk looked at me and the clothes I was wearing and took it away the check it was real and I was real, I group of staff stood looking at me for 5 mins until they processed the chq, i can only assume this was because of the way I look.
I know the way I live my life might be strange to others and maybe a bit 'OTT' but I don't think anyone can say they are truely safe where they live.
I try to be reasonable, weigh up the risks and I feel the precautions I take will aid me in not being on Crimewatch next month.
I actually walk round my local city in quite cheap student like clothes so not to attract attention, yes it is a bad city in my view and CCTV cannot cover every section of the city. Of course there are the types of people who don't care being caught. To look at me in town I would look fairly poor on first view, no big labels, no jewellery, no handbag. Proof came the other week when I went into my HSBC to deposit a cheque for �50,000 the guy behind the desk looked at me and the clothes I was wearing and took it away the check it was real and I was real, I group of staff stood looking at me for 5 mins until they processed the chq, i can only assume this was because of the way I look.
I know the way I live my life might be strange to others and maybe a bit 'OTT' but I don't think anyone can say they are truely safe where they live.
I try to be reasonable, weigh up the risks and I feel the precautions I take will aid me in not being on Crimewatch next month.
Usually a week before Christmas. But last year it was all taken down again a few days later due to the new kitten's antics of thinking the baubles were his playthings and those he could not reach he just jumped at and pulled the whole tree down. Looking back it was quite funny but not sure if he is grown up enough to realise he is not supposed to do such things that took hours to prepare. He still has too much mischief about him to be trusted.
LOL at B00! Years ago, my brother tried to strangle me with tinsel when I wouldn't let him put the fairy on top of the tree.
First week in December. My mum spends a whole day doing every room (and hall way) in the house. Grotto galore!
The tree is my territory as I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I had to actually sit on my hands when I was forced to let my 3 year old niece have a turn last year!
First week in December. My mum spends a whole day doing every room (and hall way) in the house. Grotto galore!
The tree is my territory as I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I had to actually sit on my hands when I was forced to let my 3 year old niece have a turn last year!