Saturday, December 22, 2012
The blue truck with the crane returns. A huge pile of scaffolding unloaded onto the gravel area in front of the church. Having been unsuccessful in prising the clock face away from the wall using the crane the aim is now to build up scaffolding and ' chip ' it out. The truck and accompanying white van disappear at lunchtime. The scaffolding remains. I'm betting we won't see the clock 'chipping' workmen again until mid-January.
The house slowly beginning to look like Norkopping. The last of the roses pruned and recycled into flower displays. A sure sign that the festivities are upon us. Candles everywhere. ' The font ' thinks of Sweden and seasonal cheer, Angus thinks of fire hazard.
Up and out bright and early to get the turkey. Thick fog. On the other side of the lane the old farmers Christmas star beams merrily out through the gloom. The light bulbs on one arm of the star ' have gone ' . It is unlikely that he has noticed or that the lights will be replaced. At this rate we should be down to a one armed star by New Year.