regolith
Well-known member
This is the story of a house where Christmas doesn't happen (this year) and a person who thinks nice things at Christmas are lovely to dream about and not expect...
Who spent a few seconds several times in December acknowledging Christmas with the thought all I want for Christmas is socks that don't fall down in my boots and a stomach big enough to hold my jeans up
Until December 25th, leaving the house with that disgruntled thought that in a few steps said socks would be bunched in the toes of the boots and, "I am *not* going to start taping them to my legs every time I leave the house, so stop fussing!" suddenly realised that hidden in some dim corner somewhere was a pile of velcro straps that the vets hand out with mastitis treatments to put on the legs of a treated cow.
They work fantastic :banana: :banana:
Then along came the first post after Christmas, and the mailbox didn't have the awaited soil test results... but it did contain a 1 kg bar of chocolate all the way from Scotland.
Lots of other bright little things happened too.
Who spent a few seconds several times in December acknowledging Christmas with the thought all I want for Christmas is socks that don't fall down in my boots and a stomach big enough to hold my jeans up
Until December 25th, leaving the house with that disgruntled thought that in a few steps said socks would be bunched in the toes of the boots and, "I am *not* going to start taping them to my legs every time I leave the house, so stop fussing!" suddenly realised that hidden in some dim corner somewhere was a pile of velcro straps that the vets hand out with mastitis treatments to put on the legs of a treated cow.
They work fantastic :banana: :banana:
Then along came the first post after Christmas, and the mailbox didn't have the awaited soil test results... but it did contain a 1 kg bar of chocolate all the way from Scotland.
Lots of other bright little things happened too.