I think the jet lag is over…
Though I find I’m still saying stupid things to people that I don’t mean. Maybe it might need another day.
This is a bunch of flowers sent to me by Thermomix to celebrate the auspicious day of my birth. It’s nice to work for a company that does things like this.
On my first morning back I had a cuppa with my new Mr Darcy mug that I bought from Jane Austen’s house, while I waited for Evan18 to put my UK sim card in the bin and reconnect me back to the hive in Australia. The first text I received was from someone reminding me that in 2 days time I’d booked a demo. Ok. Right back into it!
But look at this. I bought Christmas tree ornaments as I made my way across the length and breadth of
Europe the few countries I visited.
This Christmas tree is going to be EPIC.
An angel from the Vatican. Her wings have fallen off but I’ll get Dad to glue them back on.
Some places didn’t have actual Christmas tree ornaments. This keyring will do just fine.
So will this one.
I bought Napolean’s hat from his tomb. This is the first excursion I made by myself in Paris, before Scott and his superior map-reading skills came to join me. I’m proud of this one.
This is from Stratford-on-Avon. Hamlet holding Yorrick’s skull.
“Alas, poor Yorrick. I knew him well…”
What Christmas tree is complete without this?
Dracula from the Paris Opera House and Mary Queen of Scots.
Anne Boleyn from Hever Castle.
This is just a small sample of the wonder that will be Christmas at the Frogdancer house this year, and every coming year.