Come share our Christmas

This will be our 26th Christmas together.
Our first was sitting cross-legged at the coffee table in a rented flat, with little gifts as we were both skint and had done most of our Christmas shopping at car boot sales.
Our second was in our first house, so small, you couldn’t even pick up a cat let alone swing one, but it was still a fun day.
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You don’t have to be big to be beautiful

Our Christmas tree, standing pride of place on the cooker.
Digital CameraThis was put together by my niece years ago.
The yellow star (top left) and silver bauble (bottom right) are ornaments from childhood Christmas trees. Memories never die.

Merry Christmas everyone.

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definition (source Farlex free dictionary)

1. Full of cheerfulness, liveliness, and good feelings: merry revelers.
2. Marked by or offering fun, good feelings, and liveliness; festive: a merry evening.
3. Brisk: a merry pace.
4. Archaic Delightful or pleasing.

Judging from the long, miserable faces in the town centre today, I wonder if having a Merry Christmas is actually going to happen in some households.
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To Be or Knot to Be, aka He Loves me, He loves me Knot

Want a laugh?
Try watching me tie a knot. Or try to.
Rolling on the belly twice, rabbits and trees,  oh help.

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I’d rather not

‘But you love those kids!’
‘Yes, I do, but I’d rather not go’.
‘I don’t understand. It’s been 2 years and you don’t want to go?’

With that, Sally turned on her heel and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
Chrissie was right behind her, and wasn’t going to let the matter drop that easily.
For two years, she had seen her flatmate change from a happy carefree young woman to a nervous creature afraid of her own shadow, one who had cut herself off from her family.
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A rare sight

Since taking early retirement, I had the time to watch the birds come and go in our garden.
Obviously no longer having a garden, we are seeing a different selection, though we have the old favourites, robins, blackbirds, tits and wood pigeons.
We now have the added delights of a kingfisher sitting on the bow of the boat opposite or next door,
visiting swallows at very close quarters,
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and several species of water fowl.
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Coming back from a trip into town this afternoon, I dropped Hubby off to walk the dog along the lock and drove home.
As I sat in the car here in the car park listening to the news, a barrel of red plumage caught my eye, and I could see movement of a black capped head.
I am not a twitcher, but I was hoping I was seeing my first ever bullfinch in the flesh.

Source: Birds of Britain Monthly Web Magazine for Birdwatchers
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During the nesting season the bullfinch is a woodland bird; the only sign of its presence a soft piping or a fleeting vision of a white rump.
In late autumn it is more of a wanderer, feeding largely on the seeds of herbaceous plants. But these decrease in importance with the onset of winter and are replaced by tree seeds, especially ash.

And so I was, not one, but two, making a nest in the hedgerow.
In December.

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Never forget

I walked Maggie along the Avenue this morning, and for once did not encounter a single dog walker. People were waiting at the bus stop, and a guy passed me on his mobility scooter (could be an interesting race that, Bus V Scooter), all wishing me ‘Good Morning’.
mobility scooter 2It’s a beautiful sunny day, and I found I didn’t need my gloves, hat or even my fleece, so I was a bit on the warm side when I got back to the marina.
Stopping at the top of the gantry, Maggie was looking intently at the dog walk, so my immediate thought was her interest in a rabbit, although I couldn’t actually see anything.
She wasn’t straining at the lead, but something had caught her attention, so I let her off.
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