|Forget Santa, sprouts and carol singers nothing truly says 'Christmas is here' like the sight of people in peril. Lifeboat Rescue by Robert Jobling (1841-1923)|
Tuesday, 13 December 2016
It's been misty, murky, damp and drizzly here today, but I was cheered up by the sight of a Christmas card hanging out of my bristled slot this morning. Could it be a cheery father Christmas with his ruddy face, perhaps an olden day ice skater clutching her muff or a little Robin redbreast perched on a branch of holly, oh the excitement as I fumbled with the envelope. Imagine my disappointment when I opened it and was greeted by this scene so early in the morning. It was from Renata the old lass who lives opposite, wishing me a happy Christmas. I thought she liked me.