I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas
The snow has come and with it a lovely surprise. He is working from home. I have been out across the fields and I am now exhausted. I must tell you beautiful Rutland is so very much more beautiful in the snow. We are all dressed up for a white Christmas, too early you will say, it will all melt. Well it is still snowing and laying here. We go and fetch the Grandma person for Christmas tomorrow, perhaps.
The visit to the hairdresser was uneventful; with no startling changes, this time. A small tip, when a hairdresser asks you if you have thought of growing out the fringe you have been sporting for years, it is a gentle hint that you’re much loved fringe does nothing for your features. It is hairdresser speak for; with that fringe your face looks like a prune. Her face looks much better without her fringe. She looks less like an Old English Sheep dog.
I must vacate my position now he is still working from home. I must return to my place on the window sill and watch the gentle flakes pass, (crumbs it is really snowing) and worry that I will not see Llandudno Prom tomorrow, as you know it is one of my most favoured places. Nothing is ever as good as it first seems; what is good for one day is a disaster for the next. Have a good weekend.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
December 18th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
He was obviously working very hard when he built the snowman. (I am presuming ‘she’ did not do it).
December 18th, 2009 at 9:07 pm
Neither it was built by little Sophie nextdoors Mum and Dad, my lot just shouted insults/instructions from the window. LGSx