Having a Christmas Tree in the room is a bit like having an extra member of the family come stay, especially when it is about 13 foot tall and is just two inches short of the ceiling. I hadn’t quite meant to come away from Church Farm with the tallest tree that they had but twenty minute trudging through mud and comparing the merits of the various trees on offer that is what we ended up with.
The others were too thin at the bottom, or too thick at the top, or they weren’t quite the right shade of green, or there was a kink in the trunk. So we came away with the tallest and just about managed to sneak it in.
Around the settling of the tree I made a pan of crurried parsnip soup, a roast chicken and four tomatoes stuffed with an egg. They all went down well on a wet and grey Sunday.