Had another order for firewood. Mr A's reputation is growing, for delivering seasoned firewood that burns well and gives off great heat.
So off we set with his pick-up full of logs to make the delivery, and then I thought......

With Mr A's bright orange high-vis coat and wellies, he just needs a false beard. I could dress as an elf, put some tinsel around the pick-up, maybe some fairy lights, and we could look a right couple of berks!
Yesterday Mr A spent up at the sawmill, making planks out of the trees he had thinned out last year. Mainly sycamore. He is going to turn them into kitchen cupboards, just magically like, a wave of his magic wand, or saw as it's called in the joinery business, and Hey Presto! A fitted kitchen will emerge from the dust generated by his power tools.....

I put 2 huge poatoes into the oven before we left, as it would take about 1 and a half hours in total.
They were perfect!
DINNER
Baked Potatoes lavished lovingly with butter, ground sea salt n ground black pepper
Salad a la Moi, with Feta Cheese, Capers, Bellvini hot Peppers and the usual

Walnut Dream Ice cream

We watched the Simpsons movie that I'd bought on dvd earlier. £9 in Morrisons (when are they going to pay me for all this advertising?)
I have to admit that life is sweet at the moment.

Went to Liberty's school concert yesterday. I was surprised at just how professional the costumes were. There were animal suits, including sheep, lions, zebras, horses, donkey's and some others I've forgotten.
The kings were dressed in fine colourful silks with lots of shining jewels sown on, I don't think they were real though.
The shepherds, as per tradition, had very clean teaclothes on their heads held on with colourful bands, but their clothing looked purpose made, very authentic, very hessian, very clean.
The angels had on white dresses, all different. There were silks, satins, pearl encrusted bodices, crisp ribbons as sashes and silver and golden wings, that weren't battered and out of shape at all!
The nursery class, which Liberty is in wore their pajamas and dressing gowns.
The costumes looked as if they could have been hired from a reputable hire shop.

It was called 'Whoops a Daisy Angel.' The usual nativity story with a twist. The job of delivering the good news was given to an angel who was untidy and messy. The other angels had to tidy up after her. Actually, the only messy thing about this angel was that her halo was a bit askew, otherwise her dress, like the others, was immaculate. Anyway, after being given this prime job, she changed her ways and became a tidy angel. The songs were good, all original, except for the 'We wish you a Merry Christmas that was sung in English and Welsh.
So, well done everyone involved!

In my day (groan) the nativity play actors were dressed mainly in cut up sheets with ropes around waists, tea towels on heads with mums' scarves to hold them in place, and bits of painted cardboard for wings. Very amateurish compared to this production that could have been shown in the West End, judging by the fine quality of the costumes.

Today I'm off travelling to pick up and deliver presents about an hour's drive away. Then later going to Swansea for rehersal with the very talented Paul, singer and guitarist par excellance!

The idea for the next short story is coming together so stay tuned to this space!