29/12/23
Last night was mad. For about five seconds there was mental hail, then lightning, then thunder, then nothing, for ages. Then it rained heavy but not for long. It was crazy. No wonder there is so many flash floods. A lot up M’s way in Angus, but then that village does sit in a kind of big ditch, low down, high fields on either side and a big fucking river running right through it. Blame the beavers. I need to read that book I have about beavers actually.
Christmas tree away this morning which is why I’m a bit later writing in here. It’s about half past ten. A big job done but it does open up that question again of whether it’s worth getting a real tree year after year. Id save £60 or so by getting a fake one. But that tree is specifically grown to be sold. It’s going to be cut down anyway and am I not as well enjoying it as anyone else. I take a lot of enjoyment out of a real tree and this one did look particularly beautiful. Having some scentless Chinese made piece of shit doesn’t fill me with as much festive cheer and good spirit as a real Nordmann fir does. And it doesn’t smell. A plastic tree is representative of the fake commercial aspect of Christmas and about as inauthentic as you can get.