We are back from Italy and gearing up for Christmas. Apparently real Christmas trees are not readily available here, which came as a surprise to me. The thought of a fake one was too depressing. I considered several options before coming up with this…..I figure if you’re going to go fake, you may as well really go for it.
As Rupert saw me gazing at it last night he said; “You may never agree to having a proper one again.” He has a point.
The other thing on my mind is Tiger Woods. As I struggle to find the time to buy Christmas presents for my nearest and dearest I dread to think how long his shopping list must be. Poor love, maybe he could get a mass-purchase discount at Agent Provacateur. And to add to his woes his Swedish wife has banned him from playing golf, which I think seems a little harsh. I mean to ban a man from his favourite sports is just churlish.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009