Today we have had readers from the UK, US, India, Belgium,
South Africa, Brazil, Canada, Spain and France. Now out of all of those
countries, where would I like to be at this time of year? Hmm. Well in my head I’m
a young girl skating around a huge Christmas tree popping into small cut offs
selling hot doughnuts and hot chocolate, under the starry sky with a full pure
moon. In, America. Also, America make the best Christmas movies.
But then there is snow in Canada, so, snow at Christmas?
There has to be, it’s not Christmas unless it’s so cold,
right? So, a log cabin with a burning warm fire, toasting marshmallows. Nice.
And then Belgium. Chocolates. Christmas markets. Nice
people. Lovely.
But I’m here in the UK with the two-best people in my world.
And that is how it will be I hope all through Christmas. I am lucky to have my
boys. Well I say boys, haha, you may laugh. Hub has an app on his phone that
takes pictures but this is something else… If you hold it to yourself, it tells
you what it’s seeing. So, hubs description that was read out to him, was Man
looking neutral with grey hair about
Wait for it…
Looking about 67.
Oh, I almost fell off my chair. hahahahhehehehehahahah.
Then,
he took a picture of
me…
Yeah.
Well at least I wasn’t grey and 67.
It was Hubs reaction I couldn’t believe. He’s getting rather
conscious of how he looks. I love it. Oh, but grey? My friends tell me he has a
slight showing of grey, slight? Em, no, not according to his iPhone…. More like
a slight hint of dark… Well he is lucky as his brother has grey hair what’s
left of it, smile, bless my brother in law, he’s years younger than Hub but has
less hair. Though Hub has the hair, my Bro in law has the sexy voice. Haha.
What are your favourite smells at Christmas? Mine is orange
and Sinnamon as well as any spices really. I have an oil burner that plugs in
and I burn orange oil. I have Sinnamon sticks all over my house too.
My neighbours today were using their rather interesting tool
again in their garden. I have written about them before they use the same tool
for everything, I really don’t know what they were doing today, I have long
given up guessing. We have never spoken to them, we don’t even know their
names, though they are good and most of the time quiet. But there is a huge
wall between us. They can saw wood, lay slabs or dig and always use the same sounding small
tool. It’s funny. Like my Dad bless him, he used to make me laugh. His car consisted of one tool. A screwdriver. Not
at all sure when or how he would ever use that. But every time his car broke
down, he would get from the boot, his screwdriver… As long as he had a hold of
a tool, he felt as if he was doing his car some good.
Well I’m off now to take my dog for a walk. Nothing exciting
bless her as she will be working, but at least we will both get exercised.
I have been out the front to check out the slipomitor and I survived
to tell the tale.
Later Bloggets.
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