Despite all bad news from left ,right and center, I am not going to miss out on Christmas this year. Today is cleaning day. And putting-up-the-tree-day, too. Sweetheart has already bought it and it sits out on the patio. Usually, we put up the tree on Christmas Eve. But I have to work on Christmas Eve (which is our main Christmas, when we celebrate, not the 25th in the morning. Weird, I know, but such are we, the continental Europeans). I’ll be home by 04:00 in the afternoon. Which gives me enough time, to decorate the tree before picking up sweetheart’s mum for Christmas dinner. It’ll be just the three of us. And I insist to have a really nice evening. Basta.