lunch #4
saturday night was my work christmas lunch at the trocadero centre in london which is a very funny place.
we had a really nice time, mostly because we had one of those evening when you realise lots of your work colleagues could also be classed as ‘friends’ and it was quite easy to involve our spouses in our conversations.
the story of our christmas tree
on saturday i took the girls to get a christmas tree. jane told me to try and make it last as long as possible as she was busy making christmas cards.
we saw a sign for christmas trees pointing in to a lawn mower repairing place which seemed like a nice combination, so in we went. things started very well when we came across this ‘no dogs’ sign:
inside we were offered two options – precut trees or a fresh one from the field, so off we went hunting
we identified a likely looking tree (here it is still in the ground)
and then we headed back to get the saw
and then i chopped it down (photo by esther)
here it is felled by my fair hands. what a monster
then we had to put it through the ‘tree netting service’. it was so small (only about 4 foot tall) we needn’t have bothered but we wanted to see how it worked !
when we got it home we had stretchy fun removing the net
and we took iit inside after decorating the base and plopping it in
then yesterday we decorated it:
there was something quite special about going with my daughters to ‘catch us a tree’ in a field. i’ve never done it before but i hope we’ll do it again. we drive by the field we went in quite regularly so we’ll watch out for them growing next year.
nothing
if you’ve got nothing to say, say nothing. but i do like how there’s been an extra bit of nothing stuck on (slightly to the side as there’s not enough space on the main board)
apples
a nice up-sell. a paper and a piece of fruit. note the paper on the top which says “this is where i belong”. and so it is.
bollard hide and seek
bollards have dreadful eyesight which makes playing hide and seek quite tricky.
they have evolved naturally to be bright in colour to overcome their sight problems. a feature we humans exploit by putting them in locations where they can be seen. they are usually so frightened they can’t (and don’t) move.
