A fine gift

Did commemorate the shortest day with our annual outing together to the market.   Amos surpassed hisself in magnamaniousness above all this year.  What did he do but turn round and get me a bran new mop!  I be so excited I can scarcely stand beside mysell...

Shame we dinna have no floor to use it on..

A Meagre Festivity

Twas the seasonal fest at the workhouse today. The cuts be so bad now we get nothing but a potato each. We huddled about thinking of the good ole days when all was merry and bright and we did even get a bottle of wine each to take back. Nowadays we don't get so much as a thank you for working to the bone all year.

Then when I get back to the shack I find a mountain of bark chippings in the yard, so things might be looking up for a change...

December in the bones

Some persons unknown have thrown away all the carrots I be saving for the Yuletide feast, I canna undestand the reason why, they were just getting to that bendiness when they be well matured.

And we killed and ate the king pumpkin last week and the taters are green in the ground. Looks like acorns again for Christmas dinner.

And so it does

Still not been able to tape the door up and the draughts are creeping round my lumbago something rotten. Got hold of a sweep at last turned out to be a right ornery boggart.

Amos had to run all the way in front of he from the highway like Elijah afore Ahab so he didn't lose hisself in the woods. Been sweeping since 1950 and still scarrit of a few old trees. Still Effie says the rustling in her ceiling ceased now so maybe the nasty things have crept out, still I won't be at peace now till we have a proper woodshed to hide them in once more.

No News

Be getting sorely worried now, still the woodshed be unbuilt. I fear the nastiness will be roaming about the place now seeking a new cranny to hide in. Amos already slit his hand on a nail under the kitchen cupboard.

Twill be time to tape the door up soon and then the nastiness could be trapped inside till Ash Wednesday.

The Chill in the Blood

I be right naggled now. Amos only been and gone and opened the window. Surely he does know that opening the window after All Saints been and gone means we be in for a chilling shivering winter full of shivering and sneezing. The draughts will be howling and mithering round our chamber now till Palm Sunday now as canna shut the window till the rain be stopped entirely for 40 days and 40 nights.

Maybe bricking up be the only answer I can arrive at.

Allsaints Eve

Well was the time of year agen for me to pay me reglar call on the neighbours, not the next neighbours but the ones on t'oither side. And they only done save the bottle o ginger wine I give to them only the last year's visit. So I had another few sips for the ones that have gone and a few more for those yet to appear. Tis so good of them to save me the wine and resist the temptingness of the brew thesselves.