Hurrah and huzzah, we have discovered that our local Christmas tree vendor is open late tonight, meaning that Patsington and I will have a tree after all, despite the mysterious disappearance of our fake tree's tripod-like legs (where on earth can they be? I mean, I know I have a habit of putting things away in a "safe place" which I then instantly forget and the precious objects are lost forever, but I can't imagine that even I thought it was a good idea to put the legs of the frigging Christmas tree anywhere but the large box containing the tree and the fairy lights). I feel a Christmassy sense of accomplishment, despite the fact that
(a) we haven't even got the tree yet
(b) I still haven't got a lot of my Christmas presents
(c)I just found out that it's too late to get my proposed present for Patsington shipped here by Christmas, so I will have to come up with another gift idea! Bah!
Speaking of Patsington, he is playing a gig this Sunday evening in Doyles, so do come, fellow Dubliners! Also, his freakish gig diary is up on his fancy new website, but alas all the inverted commas have turned into random symbols, so it looks a bit messy*. But still.
*ETA: This could just be my browser! Apparently it looks fine to some people.