Hello everyone ☃️🎄
December already! I seem to make a habit of putting that at the start of every month, yet here we are on the cusp of another year. Made me realise when I renewed my library book online and the new date for return is 3rd January.
The last year has been a tough one, and things aren’t the same at all as we end this year, without going into too much personal detail. On the creative front, I have mastered socks well and truly. Three pairs of wearable socks so far, a crochet waistcoat, from a pattern, and a wall hanging that’s got pride of place our front room door.
As you know I love poetry, so here is one that I wrote a while ago. All about mince pies, and would there be enough? If you’re not sure, always get an extra box. The elves are around after all, remember. They are a greedy lot and eat them like hot cakes.
Mince Pie Mayhem
At the factory, chaos descending,
Mince pie orders, never ending.
Up to their necks in butter and lard,
Bert and Jack working hard.
Will we get all of them made?
Better had or we won’t get paid.
I know a trick or two,
Here’s what we could do.
Jack and Bert had a chat,
It’s decided, that’s that!
On the blower to a man at Aldi,
Bert said, ‘Jack that’s really handy!’
Deliver us a thousand, or even more,
Bring ’em round to our factory door.
We’ll bag ’em up and sell them all,
Peace descended, on the factory floor.
Hope you enjoyed that festive little interlude, and more sock pictures below.
I found some old diaries last night and they are so funny. There was a story of an old Rottweiler, he adopted us for a while. We knew him from going in the local shop with his mom/owner for jelly babies. He was well build to say the least, and quite stiff with arthritis in his joints. Me an Alan have a history of attracting wandering dogs, but that’s another story. This dog was standing outside out driveway, hovering. Our son was going out and pointed to him, to let us know, then went on his way. This old dog was getting soaked in the pouring rain, looking really sorry for himself. We went out to see if his owner was down the road somewhere. She wasn’t, and when he saw us he was so happy, and then he noticed the open door of the jeep, and jumped, with some difficulty into the vehicle.
Hubby being the generous type he is decided to go a little drive with his new pal and find the owners. So off they went, dripping wet dog, in my side of the car, hubby driving, cruising up and down the locality, searching for someone who was nowhere to be found. Rottweiler looked happy with the situation. Looking out of the window, slobbering his chops and glad to be out of the rain. In the end, he brought him back not quite knowing what to do as it was pelting it down by now, and the dog was freezing.
We let him in, he had a tin of dog meat from the shop and curled up by the fire like a little lost soul, looking round as if he was thinking, ‘I could get to like it here.’ We asked around, and folk knew the dog same as we did, it was Jacob who liked Jelly babies from the shop. Hours later a knock on the door, and his owner appeared. Seems like, Jacob had escaped from his garden in the rain and gone looking for somewhere to find some friends. He only stayed for the afternoon, but a more loving creature you’d never find. Shows you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, as to look at him, you’d never have known the gentle and loving nature he had. Not that you should go adopting Rottweilers by the way.
Hope you all have a happy Christmas and peaceful new year.
Susan Jones - Writer 
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