The boxes are still in the loft. But since the move — or the knee, or the kids going — the full tree has become a whole weekend you'd rather not spend. So you put a few bits out. Some lights on the sideboard. It's fine. Nobody says anything.
This is the one people say something about.
Plug it in and the corner of the room goes pink and gold. The first person through the door asks where you got it. And when your daughter asks, you'll be glad you got two.














