As we are walking down the Strand my friend, Anna says to me: "Who's that up there"? Then we realize that it's Admiral Lord Nelson, enjoying the sunset from his column above Trafalgar Square?
A friend, introducing a delightful note of domesticity, concludes an email, " ...must make a hot-water bottle for the dog."
As I insert Christmas Cards into their self-sealing envelopes (how comforting these are after the ones which you have to lick), I wonder to what use I can put the pretty strips of treated paper, which peel away so neatly from the adhesive. The envelopes I have used this year are made by a firm called Conqueror, whose triumphant logo is printed repetitively at an angle across the strips.
So far I have thought of two uses: as book marks, though because of their relative fragility, they would probably only do on a temporary basis; or alternatively, I could gum the ends of each strip, and made a paper chain, but to make a chain long enough for any useful purpose, would demand a lot of Christmas cards, and I fear I would run out of friends before achieving my aim.