On being generous
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?
A large can of petrol and a match should sort them brambles, at least for a few months, and keep you warm whilst you tend to the rest! Ah go on, go on, just for the craic 🙂
A tanker load of petrol might do it all right. If the council object I’ll claim immunity from their petty laws one the grounds of religion.
Ah the Winter Solstice! My third favorite day of the year. The first being the day I take my hardtop off and turn my car back into a convertible. This usually happens sometime in May. My second favorite day is my birthday. Though it beckons the end of summer I always make it a fun day.
I would possibly rate today at the top. I’m not that bothered about birthdays – had too many of them at this stage. Another favourite is the first day when it’s warm enough to sit outside.
Good Yule, Grandad.
Suffering from depression, today is the second best day of the year for me – the best being the day I go on my annual holidays.
Good Yule to you too, Ian. I thought you spent the year going on holidays? You must have a lot of best days so? Fair play.
Ah, there are holidays and annual holidays!
So why no photograph of Herself in the garden?
Would I be so cruel?
I’ve been to see my doc of late and she says I not only suffer from Tinnitus, Dementia, Athlete’s Foot, Forgetfulness, Blindness, and Old Age but also from Deafness, Confusion, Toenail Fungus, Hair Loss, the galloping collywobbles and the twittering jitters. I left at that point before she could come up with anything else.