That festive time of year is coming round again and in my household there have been some serious disputes about when would be a suitable day to put up the tree.
The only thing my family seems to agree on about the matter is that said tree will have to be transported from the garden centre to our home in my van.
I am less than thrilled. Yes, I'll admit it, my van is perfectly sized to accommodate a very large tree, but the problem is that I'm the only person in my family who is insured to drive my van. That means that I will have to accompany the wife and children to the shops to choose the right tree.
Although that may sound pretty painless, it's actually the opposite. The ritual of choosing the perfect tree is likely to take a couple of hours and the needles of the trees have been known to cause some injuries themselves – they're very sharp!
Then, once we have safely stowed the tree away inside the van, I have another issue to deal with: the smell.
I like the festive smell of Christmas trees as much as the next person, however, it has a habit of outstaying its welcome. The last thing I'll want to deal with on a bad day at work is a bunch of dried up pine needles and an unwanted smell hanging around in the back of my van.
After a lot of tantrums – and not very much compromising – it has been agreed that the tree will go up on 9 December.