Jan 09 2009
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A letter from Marisa.
the following is a letter from My daughter Marisa please read and act if you feel you can.
Cameron is the boy to the left of the picture.
Jan 09 2009
Posted by fifi under Uncategorized
the following is a letter from My daughter Marisa please read and act if you feel you can.
Cameron is the boy to the left of the picture.
Jan 09 2009
Posted by fifi under Uncategorized
so how did i get a bruised hip and a grazed knee, was it the ice and snow.….….…..no of course not…i was outside in the garden feeding the birds and on my feet were roller boots.….….….didn’t hurt myself though, must be all the festive food cushioning me.
finally got all the decorations back in the attic for another year, thought i would miss the pretty lights but the window is now reachable again and the place looks almost tidy. still got towels and sheets drying on the radiators though. .….….if Christmas was in the summer at least all the extra bedding would get dried outside in the sun.
that photo is 15 year old grandson peter
, he put on my glasses and I thought .…harry Potter.
made a new friend today. .…sold a book on amazon and as it was fairly near i hand delivered it so they could get it quickly, there was an instant mutual liking , thought there might be as the author was not one of the usual ones.
Jan 03 2009
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it is now one thirty a.m. on the third of January , i have been
celebrating my birthday in the company of children and grandchildren for several hours and i am tired, they are all wide awake. there are beds in every room and we have even annexed the upstairs flat .….…him upstairs having gone away for a few days.…don’t blame him, the noise level can get very high with tiny tots and teenager all running about with balloons. 14 of us had dinner at Sherbrook castle hotel. beautiful food.
god help anybody that rings my doorbell before late tomorrow afternoon, i am going to sleep.….….…please.
Jan 01 2009
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it is forty five minutes into 2009. the wee boys are asleep, Nick has just gone to bed as small boys get up early whatever the day Chris is having a final wee dram i am keeping him company with a glass of Chardonnay, Ian and Esther are out till who knows when and don’t have a key , happy days