Our tree is still up.
Well I thought I still had a set of lights up in the Arse of Glass (I was told it wasn’t large enough to call it a conservatory). They were just a string of white lights, up around the roof, and it was fun to lie on the sofa in the dark, with the lights on, watching the rain crash down on the glass roof.
Then this week I went away for a couple of days, and my parents cat-sat. And my lights are no longer up in the AoG, so I can only assume that my father struck again.
Although quite how he managed to sneak taking them down past my mother, I have no idea.