A fleeting glimpse

Tis so unseasonable I be sat here with nary a fire in the grate.  Amos be sick the other week so he did say we could break out the logs under the ole sheet for a treat.  I see the poor boys from the middle gathering a few sticks in the woods at dusk most days now.

Strange happenings the other night, when I did go out to put the old gander indoors, there be flashing lights seen  from the cricket pavilion.  Gave me the screaming nadgers it did, I can tell you for sure.  Then when I got indoors there was a fairy cake in Reuben's place with the top all chewed away.  What can this mean?   It be the gumprints of an enormous cat.

New year old clothing

I treated mysell to some new buttons the other week.  Well, I say new, they were from the old army stores counter so they been used afore, I well reckon.  I sewed them on the jacket that I been given from the rectors wifes friends mother when she passed away.  Then I thought to mysell, I be using the thread from my departed uncle's widder to sew these here ex naval buttons on. What  portent be this for the coming year?

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.