It's a good that Christmas is over and that Poinsettias are cheap, as yet again I have managed to massacre my little bit of Christmas cheer. I have never managed to get one to last past the end of January.
Every day the poor thing looks sadder and a few more leaves wilt and drop,  I guess they go out with the sad Christmas trees for the rubbish collection or into the compost, and next year the nurserymen make a fortune with the new crop.