A couple of years ago I picked up an Autumn leaf, brought it home and fed it through my laminating machine. Compressed in clear plastic laminate, that most glorious sight of Autumn was preserved on my desk for more than a year until eventually it vanished in the mysterious way things do. So today I tried to repeat the experiment and as Amydog and I went for our walk, I collected a good sample of leaves. I put a selection inside a laminate sheet and fed it into the machine : and then, alas, noticed that it was not emerging from the other side. A smell of burning plastic was soon accompanied by some severe black smoke and I hurriedly chucked the entire contraption out of the door. Which just goes to show that some things cannot be, shouldn't be, preserved. Life is for living, not for laminating.
Tomorrow is my new appointment for my personality upgrade. Wish me luck.