I’m in quite a good mood today for a change.
Today is of course the Winter Solstice, Midwinter. Yule or whatever flavour is to your taste. Leastwise the days will be getting longer from now on so what is there not to be cheerful about? It’s a day of celebration and Herself even insisted on dancing naked in the garden at sunrise which I thought was a bit excessive. She has now taken to the bed with a racking cough and frostbite.
I have just been down to the village and on the spur of the moment and a fit of largesse I bought Herself a Christmas Present [a bottle of cough medicine]. With a bit of luck I won’t have to venture forth for the rest of the week.
Herself is muttering [in between coughs and sneezes] that I should do a bit of decorating around the house in case the Grandkids call over the next few days, so I intend to spend this afternoon ripping ivy off the walls and trees, cutting a few branches off the variegated holly bushes and probably a few hundred yards of brambles, dragging the whole lot indoors and sticking them wherever they won’t be too much of a nuisance. The things I do for those Grandkids!
For the last week or so I have been bombarded with emails offering instant cures for Tinnitus, Dementia, Athlete’s Foot, Forgetfulness, Blindness, Old Age and a rake of other things. They all want me to click a link [which I refuse to do] and all are last minute offers. In the last couple of days I have received over four hundred and fifty of these messages and the only thing they seem to have in common is that they all come from email addresses that end in ‘.top’. Whoever they are, they seem to have discovered the cure for all the world’s ailments so again, in the spirit of the day that’s in it, I have applied a filter to my mailbox which now automatically forwards all .top emails to our esteemed Minister for Health. I realise this is a tremendous sacrifice on my part, but I don’t feel that I have a right to monopolise these miracle cures so my gesture to our Minister is purely altruistic, and in the spirit of the season.
Time to don the coat, grab the chainsaw, pruning saw, shears and secuteurs and take to the garden. I’m not particularly looking forward to doing that as it’s quite cold out.
But there again, it is for the sake of the cheeeldren?