Tree Angels…

… up The Slopes.
(Like the Knitted Bollard Choir People, it seems only five minutes since they were last here).

I have just taken possession of a pen from that warehouse place that should have the word ‘Jungle’ after it.
I am a person of some advanced years. (Ish). And it’s probably a bit absurd that I am so thrilled with an item such as this wonderful pen.
But, honestly, it’s a pleasing colour of russet brown… And (I can vouch for this, having had a few minutes half an hour checking it out) it writes (in a waterproof way!) in black, and in blue, and in red, and (how exciting!) in GREEN, as well as having a nifty little propelling pencil tucked away I don’t know how! All in one. A pencil case? Fuh! Who needs one?
If I were five years old, with a Post Office set, some pretend money and a stapler, I couldn’t be more chuffed to little mint balls than I am with this pen :-)

(I’m going on a Course, I might have mentioned it?! I think I’m trying to be the organised student that I never was the first time round. Some of us are just not ready at the ‘right’ time are we?).

It is a bloomin’ lovely bit of kit though :-)