Doing it 'in rough' today, as they always used to advocate at school.
Lovely to read of all your doings.
Your Christmas angels, Kaimona, jogged a dim but happy memory of when I was at primary school and my father cutting out, with infinite precision, white cardboard wings to adorn my mother's angels she was making for me to take to school for the Christmas party! I do recall that if/when the pipe cleaner in the cone came adrift, their bauble heads dropped alarming forwards onto their chests as if nodding orf, a gesture with which I am all too familiar in our household ...
I think it may have been a 'Woman's Weekly' craft idea🤔 - as so much was from that august publication in the 1950s and 1960s.
Keira looks proper posh in her quilted coat, Nfk! Does she tackle all weathers now? Do you think that was the sort of family activity she missed out on, being a breeding dog?
I was wondering how Eoife took to Spud, Mamissimo? Did she know other babies previously, or Spud, dogs in general? Loved the green babygro photo! What a dear little chap😍
Pleased that you are getting on top of the present buying, Doodle. You've driven out?😳. Take care how you go! I am wondering how you got the charity bags down to the car? (I recall you have steps. = broken ribs, one Christmastide👎).
If you couldn't get those favourite sweeties, you could always make a nice I.O.U note for your ?DS. I'm sure it would be appreciated and just as 'special. Or run him up a pair of knitted slippers?😉
Grammaretto, your trip south seems to be one of mixed fortunes. I hope the return trip proves less stressful and that you don't regret the adventure experience
I had a similar experience with my mother when she was 90. I took her to meet another old friend over the Pennines. An ambitious plan (One of those rueful 'well, I don't suppose I'll ever see her again' moments. I ignored the bit about 'she lives with her son now, she's got a lovely little annexe').
On the train back from York, our First class carriage was inundated with intoxicated blind drunk race goers, which I actually found really intimidating. I couldn't get through the throng to find a guard, and wouldn't have left Ma alone anyway with a dodgy 💔. Order was only restored, not by the quaking Customer Service Manager who had locked himself away, but by the trolley lady. About 5', took no nonsense. I think she was an extra in Prisoner Cell Block H 🗝️🔗. Either that or she'd brought up teenagers.
I think the thing that grieved my mother most was that they were actually racegoers. I blame watching My Fair Lady too many times.
Keeping warm, 🍒? Don't forget that perennial hip flask as Our Team play again today😉