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.
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