Mr Micawber

Mr Micawber, our Muscovy drake is enjoying his Christmas spread while giving thanks that we had goose for ours this year. Oh, I really should become vegetarian again shouldn't I.

Mr Micawber has had an air of sadness about him for a while now; I don't know if this is because his two companions have gone or because his owner has died recently. We comfort him as best we can.

Since I have to be at work tomorrow at 7am I thought I would say a little prayer for all the stressed out people that have to work in the hospitals and the fire stations and the coastguard and the police stations and the DFS and the B and Q and wherever else.

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I cannot accept and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill today because they got on my nerves. And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today as they may be connected to the feet I may have to kiss tomorrow. Help me always to give 100% at work...

12% on Monday

23% on Tuesday

40% on Wednesday

20% on Thursday

and 5% on Friday

And help me to remember...

When I am having a bad day and it seems that people are trying to wind me up, it takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 to smile and only 4 to extend my arm and smack someone in the mouth.

Yuletide Waltz

A Merry Christmas to all who pop in to read my witterings from time to time. I hope you all have a happy and peaceful break from the Grindlestone of daily life.

SWMBO has written a Yuletide Waltz to share and she assures me there is a mistake in the writing out; but I confess I have not played it yet so I've no idea where the mistake is.

I am going to get my own back with a New Year Jig.

I've a mind to cook some porridge for Spiller and Chirpy as a Christmas treat. They love the stuff.

bit iffy samaritan

The truth about my back injury must be told..........

As I walked through town on the way to work, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.

Wearing what can only be describes as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.

Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them .

Recalling some long ago priest who made an admonition to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out!"


so I did!

























Serves me right I suppose :-(