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December 9th is traditionally the date when Christmas starts in Dr B.'s family, as his brother's birthday is on the 8th and it would not be nice to steal his thunder.

So I popped into town to see if I could find a nice fake yet life-like tree to match my wallet. No, I did not think either.

I thought there could be nothing worse than the unbelievable crowds I had seen in pedestrianised Oxford Circus the previous Saturday. There is actually. It's manic crowds with umbrellas.

So we picked up a Streetcar and went to B&Q in Peckhakm. The website said they had trees on stock. Someone had obviously beaten us to them, and we ended up getting a cheap real one.

We could not see much in the badly-lit outdoor garden section, what being blinded with guilt and all. But when we got home and put it up we saw that it was perfectly proportioned, a pleasure to look at and decorated, its evenly spread out branches forming the perfect conical shape.

Dr B., always the inquisitive scientific mind, had a closer look and noticed that most of the branches had been trimmed, probably in an infernal contraption with rotating blades worth of the scariest Dr Who Christmas episode:

But we won't let that spoil the magic.

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