Santa dropped off a couple of corkers for Christmas, a shiny new van for me and front door to remind the wife where I’ve gone. I’ll confess to borrowing the idea for the door from Poole but without Kev’s dedication to detail it would still be just an idea. As for the van, well, the I couldn’t see me driving to the beach with a car roof rack stacked to the skies.
Sally says I have a ne track mind so wasn’t surprised to find me out side working on the van Christmas morning, though I have to say it seemed odd to be going at the new paint work with sandpaper. As last week proved, I’m not one for changing my vehicle every other year so the first job on a very ling list was to rubberise the floor before giving it a ply lining.
As for Christmas, well that went according to plan (apart for man flu or what ever got into my chest) but for this year I’ll leave the pictures on my hard disk, with out dad in them they just can’t match that of last year. So I thought a couple of snowy pictures of the Brightlingsea Reindeer would fill the gallery.
