Three gifts

Yesterday was a day for gifts.

While Chris was in church, and I was busy stuffing a chicken for lunch,

I spied two ladies peeping over the garden wall.

I went out clutching a bowl of eggs

When the elder of the two women burst out with an excited

" we read your blog" comment.

Now they didn't look like a couple of bunny boilers,

but I was put on a bit of a back foot for a minute or so.

( it's always a bit odd to meet two strangers who think that they know you)

As it turned out, the two ladies were mother and daughter who had relatives who lived in trelawnyd

some years ago. They were leaving the area and wanted to donate some old French Church candlesticks to Trelawnyd Church. 

Through Going Gently , I was the only person they " knew" to pass the gifts too.

Whaddu you think Tom Stephenson?

I promised to pass the candlesticks on, made sure I took the ladies names and thanked them with 18 fresh eggs from the morning collection when they gave me a whole pile of
Welsh history books that they had collected, which was a lovely gesture
Amid the titles of local information, there was a comprehensive guide to New York City
" I remembered that you love the city"  the mother said
Power of the blog eh?

The second gift arrived an hour or so later, when a Woolly hatted Mrs Trellis turned up
With a piping hot homemade rice pudding sat snugly inside a cake tin.
She thought we would appreciate the pud on such a cold day
It was a cracking pudding....with a skin on the top, so thick
that it took two hands to break it
Wonderful

The final gift of the day turned up after lunch

Another orphan of the storm 

This time from the Bonny, smiling lady from the Still House.

Her dog had killed several of her hens and the last survivor needed a new home

So meet 

Bodica