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Dec. 25th, 2022 10:23 pmMerry Christmas to all who celebrate, and merriment or less festive emotion of your choice to folks generally!
I’m at my mother’s house, which has gradually been filling to capacity with guests and now sits at a pleasing eight. We’ve decorated an outdoor tree, which was an indoor Christmas tree many years ago, the only one of the planted-out live Christmas trees from that period to survive the depredations of the sheep - our ladder won’t reach the top, so the angel is hanging out down near the base, which my four-year-old nephew wrapped in tinsel.
My stepfather talked for a while about how he didn’t really need another tractor, not even one with a front-end loader, he’d practically decided not to buy it, enough is enough, even though it would be useful for shifting the rubble pile he could always shovel that by hand, there was really no good case to be made for another tractor. He has now bought another tractor. I expect this to bring great satisfaction.
My nephew instructed me to bash the nightshade and tobacco weed plants by the tree enclosure with a sword (stick) because they were zombies, but quite often I bashed a nightshade or tobacco weed plant that was one of his strawberry plants by mistake, so he had to keep an eye on me. It was also important to water the lawn with water pistols, and shoot them up into the sky because it was on fire.
There have been gifts, many salads, much pavlova. Butterscotch the cat, who is old, blind, and not much given to walking outside lately, has been all round the decks and fences.
I’m at my mother’s house, which has gradually been filling to capacity with guests and now sits at a pleasing eight. We’ve decorated an outdoor tree, which was an indoor Christmas tree many years ago, the only one of the planted-out live Christmas trees from that period to survive the depredations of the sheep - our ladder won’t reach the top, so the angel is hanging out down near the base, which my four-year-old nephew wrapped in tinsel.
My stepfather talked for a while about how he didn’t really need another tractor, not even one with a front-end loader, he’d practically decided not to buy it, enough is enough, even though it would be useful for shifting the rubble pile he could always shovel that by hand, there was really no good case to be made for another tractor. He has now bought another tractor. I expect this to bring great satisfaction.
My nephew instructed me to bash the nightshade and tobacco weed plants by the tree enclosure with a sword (stick) because they were zombies, but quite often I bashed a nightshade or tobacco weed plant that was one of his strawberry plants by mistake, so he had to keep an eye on me. It was also important to water the lawn with water pistols, and shoot them up into the sky because it was on fire.
There have been gifts, many salads, much pavlova. Butterscotch the cat, who is old, blind, and not much given to walking outside lately, has been all round the decks and fences.
