It's the morning after the night before...Twelfth Night has passed and our once pampered Christmas Trees have all been turfed out onto the streets so as to avoid any unwanted bad luck for the new year ahead. Ahh and don't they look so sad? Every corner or nook and cranny of London seems to have an unwanted, discarded Christmas Tree lying helplessly in it. If only my garden was big enough I would make it my mission to scoop them all up and plant them into a mini fur forest. Alas, I don't even have a garden so that's not much of an option. I guess it's over to the council to collect them and re-cycle them all into compost or wood chips. Until next year Mr. Nordman Pine! X