I've just finished decorating the tree. It's a nice moment. Over the years, we've bought Christmas decorations as holiday souvenirs. And we hang round the local garden centre's Christmas Barn like magpies. Result: totally over-the-top decorated tree threatening to collapse under the weight of baubles.

But it brings back happy, romantic memories. This year, we've added a beautiful hand-blown decorated egg from Salzberg and some wooden dolls from the Ukraine. Last year's holiday and short breaks contributed some decorations from Bath, New York and Villard-de-Lans in France. And we held hands in the garden centre. Ah - who needs mistletoe?

Right, that's enough romantic slush. The Christmas Fairy (adopted in Bath) has just hurled herself off the top of the tree, making barfing noises. Back to work I go.