Ray Mears - My Fake Diary

Monday, 22 December 2008

Me Grand-dad's old mate Stan was round earlier with his truck and delivered us a corking Christmas tree to plonk in the middle of the front garden.

45 feet high and guaranteed to have half a dozen squirrels living in it, and a couple of owls too.

Be okay when we string a few coloured sodium lights in it later.

We tried altar candles a couple of years back but ended up with the fire brigade around to put the ensuing inferno out.

Stan and me Grand-dad used to work as lumberjacks for the old Sahara Forest Timber Company.