Tree, Out of my

The tree is up and the daughter is back from London, though not exactly on holiday - she'll be working all 'festive season' plying the drunks with more drink and hopefully getting them to add a decent tip to compensate for their arsey behaviour.
I'm actually meeting her later on Sunday afternoon in her establishment. I'll be well behaved, of course.

[a day of swirling gusty wind and downpours which wasn't conducive to decent football, though strangely our visitors seemed to cope. Thirteen goals 'shipped' in the last three games. Heads are going down a bit]