Happy Holidays
Without deadlines for Christmas, the world is somehow a happier, more beautiful place. The sun seems to shine brighter and the birds sing stronger (both of whom I first put this to the fact that I had a lot of early starts, late finishes and very few lunch hours in the 6 last week, and as such have seen very little sunlight), but it could also be because it’s Christmas soon. Apart from a brief series of festival earlier this month when the Christmas market took the city (with his sidekick, neon nightmare Twirling a carousel that I simply called "obstruction") I have been remarkably similar Grinch so far this year. Now, I’m sure some of you exclaim "just this year?" – And you’re right – but after last year, particularly miserable Christmas this year, has the potential to be very good, so I decided to approach at least with minimal enthusiasm.
It helped that I was kidnapped in Exeter this weekend to help establish its Passmore tree – apparently it was not a woman and employment should be someone tall, with ‘go-go-gadget arms to ensure proper twinkle lights. In the absence of anyone else, we have the courage volunteers. Exeter despite being less than 6 inches of mud rainwater, we managed to find a tree that Passmore met the demanding standards of height, cost and bushiness general. Unfortunately, it is not perfect because of the strange smell of which seems to permeate sympathetic theough, but we noticed that only once in safety, it has been loaded into the V-Dub.
With the move, going on holiday and make a grocery shop in Tescos on a Saturday morning, decorate a Christmas tree is one of the most stressful relationship can pass. Fortunately, Passmore was there with some very specific instructions that I should follow to the letter, (large Baubles bottom, small on top and a light of the angel bottom) and if all goes well – as you no probably agree on the picture above.
Continuing the theme of celebration, and I can earn bonus points of man along the way, we decided to light a fire in order to continue to promote the party. Now, like a good boy (and someone who regularly watches repeat of Ray Mears’ Bushcraft on Dave), I know a thing or two about building fires. However, this would be my first unattended, Firelight grown – and someone else in the house no less. If I could burn the house, then eclipse the time I did not pay for me to dinner on our first day and the time that I remember always be forever.