On the subject of fake trees - I discovered there is quite an internet industry, providing the latest and greatest advice on how to achieve the perfect fake tree.
How has Christmas become so commercialised that now there are websites dedicated to helping you find your perfect fake tree?
Can no one think for themselves anymore? Why would I want my tree to look like anyone else's, or for that matter, like it came out of a magazine. My tree and the manner in which I choose to decorate it, belongs to me ... and the cats ...
Bah Humbug, it's 14th December, only 11 days to go. I hadn't posted the Christmas cards, nor the packages out, they were just sitting there. Honestly, what is the point of me being organised if I don't manage to get out to the Post Office?
Maybe it is a case of: "I hate the Post Office, even when it is not Christmas" syndrome?
Desk covered in cards and address stuff - where did I put all the stamps?
Weighing scales out - gosh, that one is rather heavy, sigh, ah well.
The positive side of living in Singapore is that there are many services and shops that are open or on-line late into the night. So, if you don't like swimming through shoals of shoppers (did you see yesterday's blog?), then there is after dark and SAMs - I always thought it was Postman Pat, not Postman Sam. Sam is the creature that pesters the flappy haired, floppy hatted creature who does not like eating green eggs and ham.