Sorry about Father Christmas popping up in the middle of these two photos jolting the order about. I wanted to show you how Father Christmas gets about in New Zealand, on the back of a fire truck with sirens blaring and providing a huge thrill at Hugo's picnic. Hanging above and below F.C. are photos of Hugo's stocking (Archie has one already which I will photograph later) which is in the making. A few more stars dangling from the cuff and a name embroidered on and then Bob might be your uncle if you have an uncle called Bob.
We are off to the next Christmas concert. Apparently this one is two hours long with lots of leaving speeches by the senior students. I am definitely taking my crochet which Jonno is very jealous of. He did ask if he could take a book...