Pining

In the morning, there was a recording session with Coldsville through Netwrkd, which was fun. 

When I got home, we made our annual farm trip to choose a Christmas tree and wreath.  As they didn't have a big selection of pre-cut trees, we got the guy to chop down our chosen tree then the lads hauled it up to the farm. 

As they were carrying the tree, George kept shouting that he was going to touch the electric fence. Luckily it was an empty threat. 

Oh, and of course there was the traditional boy-measuring.