Well, Mr Dunnit has turned into the one who's the most keen to get Christmas underway chez Dunnit. Today at lunchtime he rang me (office to office, so no major romantic effort!) and suggested we go fetch a tree. So we did. And as an aside, and a bit of humbug - golly, 'fresh' trees seem much more expensive this year!
Now you must understand that the lounge room is in absolutely no state of readiness to receive a tree. I make this comment purely so that anyone out there who thinks that I've suddenly got it all together can breathe easy - I haven't. But today's idea to purchase is for a variety of reasons I think; his foremost reason is that we need a few days to allow the tree to acclimatise - from freezing cold shed to our conservatory and then into the warm and badly lit lounge. Hopefully then it won't instantly dehydrate from shock and become a naked folksy type tree! The second reason: I think he thinks that I'm thinking (are you with me?) the longer I put it off, the less likely we are to 'do ' much toward christmas. He's wrong, but hey, it's getting me some attention! And third - we are experiencing some horrible work pressures and it's really easy to forget that there are other, more important things, and I'm convinced that this subtle preparation for Christmas is his therapy. I have considered an intervention, where I force him to take up paper crafting as a therapy type hobby- we all know it would work - but I can't. I don't share my stash well, and I don't really want him to know how much I've got! And anyway, who would make the rocking horses if he got into paper and glue? So..by the weekend I'll probably have finished the wrapping that is all over the floor where the tree will be going, and hey, might even have tidied and hoovered sufficiently to 'put up' the tree. Or not. Perhaps Mr D will do it himself whilst I languish in a coffee shop on another Christmas shopping expedition. Stand by for news of Christmas miracles!