Yes, well, it apparently wasn't enough to admit that Christmas might just be approaching. I have to actually do something about it.
So the car and I went out - in the rain - to interview applicants for this year's post.
This chap seemed to have the right qualifications. Tall, strong, the right shade of green. Not so opulent around the mid-section that we'd have to be edging past him for the next couple of weeks.
No conversation, though. I mean, he just sat there in the passenger seat all the way home without saying a word. Possibly he didn't want to distract me from calculating safe braking distances on a wet surface.
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5 comments:
Bwahahaha - I bet he'll carry a bauble or two beautifully.....
At least you're allowed to chose your tree, I'm not. Though this may have something to do with the fact that if I do we usually have to lop most of the top off and squeeze round it all Christmas...
Have a great Christmas,
Lori x
obviously that's choose not chose!
I'm sure with a bit of gentle coaxing you can get him to open up :o)
You are so right, Karen :)
You too, Lori!
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