As a child the whole topic of conversation at this time of the year would be about Lent and what we were prepared to sacrifice. It was generally things like giving up sweets or suffering sugarless tea or stopping the biting of the finger nails – we didn’t have much, so there wasn’t much to ‘give up’. Continue reading
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On the Mend….
Guess where I was today? Cobblers! I went to get my boots ‘heeled’ – I haven’t done that for years and I don’t think the shop in question has changed much since then.
‘ That’ll be £10 – because of the size,’ said the man behind the counter unapologetically. I felt the indignation (more likely to be wind) rise in my bosom. I did not leap ( in my head )out of bed this morning to come down to my local town centre (more of which another time) to be verbally attacked like this. Continue reading
Blowing in the Wind…
I haven’t watched The News yet today.
I feel so thankful that I’m not in it.
So far this year I’ve experienced howling gales, lashing seas, flooded homes and businesses, stranded cars, overturned lorries, upside down waterfalls (on Mull), furious whirlpools, ferries cancelled, bridges closed, flying roofs and fallen trees – all from the comfort of my own home. My personal discomforts? Picking up the lid of my blue bin and the pieces of a smashed plant pot. I can quickly find an extra layer of clothing to put on when the howling wind forces its way through hitherto unrevealed cracks and disturbs my comfort or the draught causes me to stretch out for the fleecy throw to protect my cooling knees. I might even have had to turn up the heating and make myself another wee cuppa to help me endure the chaos I can hear outside, chaos over which I have no control.
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