Bury that bone

This year we had Christmas dinner at some friends house.

Their dog was a bit disturbed by all of the action so they gave her a bone to keep her quiet.

Next thing, she crawled under the Christmas tree, started digging, placed the bone down and then covered it up with the tree skirt.

She then backed out, and walked away thinking no one had seen her, even though the whole room had seen the whole thing!

Daft dog!

Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

This year, my wife has decided we need to take ourselves off into the country armed with a saw and chop down our own Christmas tree.

She's full of great ideas like this that mean more work for me but I think I've found somewhere not too far away where we can give it a go.

The Old Time Christmas Tree Farm is just a few miles from our house and allows you to pick your own tree, and also provides a saw to cut it down.

Whatever we end up doing, I'm sure it will be much easier than last year. After getting the artificial tree down from the loft, setting it up, finding all the decorations, almost killing myself trying to get the angel on the top as well as a near electrocution by twinkly lights, my wife decided she wanted a real tree instead. So down came the artificial tree and off we went in search of a real tree.

It's all good fun!