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.