He's a spoony fucker as well, so I shouldn't be surprised... Because ut he declared himself "not fussed" about doing the tree (it is a bit early, but it's a very busy month, and we'd never have been able to actually enjoy it if it didn't go up this week).
Then last night, in an accusatory tone "PaM, there are three sparkly ones together there, I'm going to swap one".
He kept hopping up to move a bauble two branches to the left, or would move one and then have move another four because he'd ended up with two red matte ones next to each other.
Does anybody else's turn into the Llewelyn-sodding-Bowen of the Christmas tree?! I wouldn't have minded so much if he'd hung up some of them (150+) in the first place!