I feel every year I pull my hair out trying to get the house looking lovely for Christmas alone but I’ve realised no one else gives a shit apart from the tree. Then husband swoops in at the end and takes a photo. I started and then thought I can’t be arsed and chucked them back in the box. I think I just needed to write that down as I feel like a Scrooge. The tree is currently stood naked and stupidly I feel sad for it!