Platanus

A plane tree to most of us.

Having sung three nights in a row, my body today said that it had had enough or maybe it was because I have been overdoing on drugs to keep going. I therefore phoned a choir chum and made my apologies for this evening.

Met a friend for lunch and in order to avoid the Christmas party lunchers, we headed for the local pub.

It was busy and we sat in the window overlooking Bunhill Row Cemetry. We chatted about the tree and the bark, so here you are.

I have a few presents to wrap this evening for work colleagues that finish tomorrow and then I can go to bed with Vick on my chest.

PS Still no word about the audition