Apart from the silly acronym, I think the phrase 'how quickly the weeks go by' or something similar is the most written in terms of WOYWW. And never more so than in December, huh! Honestly, I have hardly spent a minute at home this week. Well, that's how it feels. And see my lovely hearts at home bauble above? NOT a current photo. Haven't even bought the tree, let alone got it in situ and decorated. I feel that it should be this weekend. Have done a quick poll of tree sellers and must now spend a half hour or so of skilled but gentle sales talk so that when we get there, Mr Dunnit doesn't pass out at the 2012 prices. It does his spirit of goodwill no good at all, I can tell you, to find a year on year increase of about 20%. But what can you do? We've tried artificial trees and they're lovely. But they don't save any money because a year later, I'm bored and want a change. Fickle, aren't I. You'd think after 27 Christmases together, he'd remember, but somehow I manage to dazzle him with my personality throughout the rest of the year so that this day, this fickle-ness, comes as a shock. Again. It may of course, be less dazzling personality and more age related forgetfulness, but he's a great good man and after the initial shock, he does not turn the day into one of whining misery by going on and on about the cost of trees or Christmas generally. He just sucks it up. And that is a lesson to me. I'm going to try not to whine about my huge 'to do' list...I'm going to suck it up and get on with it. Really. If I do publish a whingey post,you too will know the secret of my marriage: Mr Dunnit is altogether the bigger person. And that's why my heart stays at home for Christmas.