isaac newton

Now that the ‘s first birthday is out of the way (see ‘s journal for an account), we’ve started putting up the decorations. Himself seems to be rather taken by the tree and its adornments (in his words: dah!), and I’ve managed to stop himself from electrocuting himself by sucking the fairy lights. We’ve decided that our living tree of the past two years is really looking too sorry; it was charmingly crooked when we bought it, now it’s charmingly crooked, marginally taller, and rather the worst for wear. Think of it as the Steve Buscemi of the tree world.… Read More »Dressing the tree