Camouflage

It's become a blip tradition for me to wrap myself in something Christmasy for a SP and this year although I toyed with wrapping paper, I felt a need for a change so have gone with a pine tree instead. 

Funny old day as we don't leave for the airport till 2:30 this afternoon, I am not at work, I did most of the packing last night, my blip is out of the way, so what to do? I guess I could iron the 3 shirts that I didn't pack last night but Diana forgot to leave instructions for the iron. Who am I kidding, I don't even know where to find it, let alone how to use it. I'll just stuff them in the suitcase, claim they got crumpled in flight and ask Diana to iron them for me in New York :-)

I'll sign off with a Christmas Cracker joke:

Why does Santa have three gardens? 
So he can 'ho ho ho'!

Update on the ironing - I found the iron and ironing board and have ironed my own clothes but I can't help likening it to Ebola, i.e. if men in the west were exposed to it too often, they would pretty quickly find a cure for it.