I am typing this in Trelawnyd "dead time"
I have already walked the dogs but its way too early to let the birds out.
Such is the problem of winter
Too dark means foxes
Even at 8.15am
I am going to be busy today.
Last minute Christmas Shopping in Llandudno
Meeting Chris for Lunch
then back for dog walks, hen lock up and the Sainsbury's trip
I think I have remembered everyone.
The last gift was for our postie, which I managed to pas to him at 6pm last night when he delivered our cards.
We are the very last but one delivery for him, and at Christmas despite being on his feet since 6am he always remains resolutely cheerful and chipper!
He always reminds me of one of those stereotypical characters from an Ealing Comedy
A big Smile and a "Cor Blimey missus! it's cold today!" sort of mentality
He deserved a little Christmas Gift even though it was a pretty average bottle of white!
Mind you the poor sod has had to run the gauntlet of William's mischievous nature for a year or two now as the Welsh Terrier absolutely loves to snatch any letter from out of the postie's grasp as soon as the envelopes "peep" through the letterbox..
The "game" has gotten" so boisterous that I have had to resort to leaving a small note of caution on the front door which states more or less
" WARNING :don't poke body parts through the letterbox"
Now I have gone all "Carry On!".....
oh that reminds me does anyone remember camp 1970's comic Larry Grayson?
he had a friend who was a postie
he was called "Pop-it-in-Pete!"
Funny what you remember
I have already walked the dogs but its way too early to let the birds out.
Such is the problem of winter
Too dark means foxes
Even at 8.15am
I am going to be busy today.
Last minute Christmas Shopping in Llandudno
Meeting Chris for Lunch
then back for dog walks, hen lock up and the Sainsbury's trip
I think I have remembered everyone.
The last gift was for our postie, which I managed to pas to him at 6pm last night when he delivered our cards.
We are the very last but one delivery for him, and at Christmas despite being on his feet since 6am he always remains resolutely cheerful and chipper!
He always reminds me of one of those stereotypical characters from an Ealing Comedy
A big Smile and a "Cor Blimey missus! it's cold today!" sort of mentality
He deserved a little Christmas Gift even though it was a pretty average bottle of white!
Mind you the poor sod has had to run the gauntlet of William's mischievous nature for a year or two now as the Welsh Terrier absolutely loves to snatch any letter from out of the postie's grasp as soon as the envelopes "peep" through the letterbox..
The "game" has gotten" so boisterous that I have had to resort to leaving a small note of caution on the front door which states more or less
" WARNING :don't poke body parts through the letterbox"
Now I have gone all "Carry On!".....
oh that reminds me does anyone remember camp 1970's comic Larry Grayson?
he had a friend who was a postie
he was called "Pop-it-in-Pete!"
Funny what you remember