We were thrilled to go along to a Christmas tree farm in our local town, choose a tree that was still growing, get a bloke with a chainsaw and a tractor to come along, cut it down then cart it back to the packing point where it was measured and bagged so we could get it into the car. How cool is that? The tree was grown seven miles from home and was alive only this morning.

By the time we’d settled up and climbed into the car, the whole space was imbued with the beautiful scent of Christmas tree so that, plus the fact that it’s been blowing up a hoolie here for days and there’s more forecast so if we’d stuck to our outdoor plan we’d have woken up to find it had disappeared and ended up on Dartmoor!

So, we moved all of the furniture around and got it into the sitting room much to Lola’s disgust – we’ve put it in the spot where she likes to snooze of an evening. She has spent the evening wandering around, looking to see if she can get behind it and giving us filthy “I’m a princess and you’ve ruined my day” looks. I am a bit worried that if she keeps on trying to get behind it then there may be a great Christmas tree disaster looming but DM has more faith than me – let’s see who was right after Christmas.