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Tag Archives: toys
Dad’s Christmas: a reblog for 23rd December 2020
Originally posted on pensitivity101:
My father’s mother died when he was about 5, and he was actually brought up by his grandparents, uncles and aunts. He told us few things about his childhood, but I particularly remember this about Christmas.…
Posted in Dad tales, Family, Memories, reblog Tagged christmas, Dad's tales, memories, reblog, toys 2 Comments
Merry Christmas Baby
There is a lot of memorabilia for Baby’s First Christmas, Baby’s First Birthday etc, which is all very nice if you have a baby. My babies have all had four legs, and at Christmas, they have all had presents. Most … Continue reading
Posted in animals and pets, current events, diary, Dogs, Family, humour, Maggie Tagged christmas, presents, toys 7 Comments
If I were a Toy………….
If I were a toy, Would I be loved by a child? Treasured and cherished, Adored all the while? Shop shelves are full Of ranks of us here Identical in feature, What draws attention near? To be picked and escorted … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry Tagged gifts, presents, toys 3 Comments
Maggie had a toy box in our old house. It was full of gonks, cloth cheapies in various guises like frogs and fish, plastic squeaky dumb-bells, rings and an array of other things that she had been given over the … Continue reading
Posted in Dogs, life afloat, narrow boat Tagged boat, downsizing, toys Comments Off on Maggie’s baby
A train, a caravan and a house
It’s every little boy’s dream, to own a train set. To have it permanently set up, the engines pulling carriages around the track, with working signal boxes and level crossings. To play to their heart’s content, and have the ‘choo … Continue reading
Driving out of the supermarket car park yesterday, I saw a little girl. She was about 6 years old I suppose, wrapped up against the wind in a blue puffer padded jacket, a red and white striped scarf and matching … Continue reading
Twice a year we suffer the baby blues. Or should I say, the broody babies, or brood of babies. I’m not really sure what describes it best. We decided against having Maggie spayed as there was always the chance of … Continue reading