Part Two – Chapter Thirty – One.
Three weeks later – Christmas Eve
Marks Point of view
This tree is pissing me the f**k off! It would not stand in its container, and well, in my f*****g wisdom when we were putting it up, took a drill to the bottom to try and create a hole so it would sit better on the spike, not thinking about the fast turning f*****g metal drill into wood could cause the bastard to smoke, catching flame very slightly, which Lilly proceeded to put out with a bucket of water, and well now we do not have the green luscious tree I had envisaged this Christmas, the fucker has gone f*****g brown and we are wading through a carpet of dead pine needles, with a tree that looks like, if it was food, cooked by Lilly! And at Seven in the evening of f*****g Christmas E
