Look what I found at the back of my house when I arrived home from the Tarn …
What is it, how did it get there, why do odd socks disappear, all great myz-trees …?
What should I do with this miz-tree? r
Should I report this to the mayor, the police, the forestry commission?
I do remember days long long ago when life seems safe and secure, my parents had trees like this in their house, beautifully decorated.
My Muslim friends in Albi not wishing to miss out on a good thing, they too had decorations and a tree… but not me…
Those old trees had a wondrous pine odor, dropped heaps of needles on the carpet and were ideally adapted to a task I did not like, for finishing off the few surviving new year balloons …
