So, after several hours going through 120 christmas lights, only to discover the one I'd fixed had reblown, the decs and lights are all up.
Looks good. Not has over-the-top as the new neighbours. And certainly no-where near as mad as the recent pic Becky sent me of a house in Wellingborough. The electricity bill for both will probably be near to that for a small village.
I'm happy with what I've got. And Spitfire seems content with watching the shadows, and trying his damnedest to rip the christmas card chains off the wall. Thank God I've not got a tree 
