I was teamed with Heather, so I posted off my little parcel and eagerly awaited the Postie's arrival......
Ta Da!! It's arrived and not only do I have a pen pal with incredibly elegant handwriting but I have a new Israeli decoration for our perfectly inelegant Christmas tree.
Due to circumstances beyond my control (I was held down and force fed champagne...that's my story and I'm sticking to it) the tree was decorated by a host of festive teenage elves. Mighty fine it looks too...no matchy poo, no colour co-ordinated decorations, no theme...unless you call looking like the spontaneous combustion of a Christmas Fairy a theme.
So far I've managed to ignore the urge to creep around at 3am and redo it... which could in fact be the most shocking new beach hut tradition so far.
The words 'decorating', 'tree', 'mother' and 'anal retentive' have often been muttered over the years but I'm hanging loose and chillin' like a cheescake this holiday season...and it feels so gooooood!
Thank you Heather, x