Happy, Sad and Downright Annoying, Mail that is.

I was in full "Housewife Mode" this morning, kitchen done, bathroom done, bed thrown open to air, washing on the whirligig and was ironing yesterdays "leftovers", I simply ran out of steam.

Then, joyful sound, the postie rapping on the door, I knew it was him he tries to wake the dead.

He brought me 2 letters and a parcel. I love parcels and this was the best sort .......Unexpected, oh yum.

Happy, happy, happy.

 

This card was enclosed, I just want to pick him up and snuggle into the sofa with him.

 

Woo Hoo, tea, and one of my favourites.

 

Another treat, fabric in lots of colours, something for me in there, I feel it in my bones.

 

A vintage piece of lace and cross stitch, this will have to be mounted, framed and hung in full view.

 

A bright and cheerful vintage apron, to be cherished and used.

 

Another, slightly longer, look at the stitch work in there.

 

 

 

Thank you so much Leisha, a true blog friend.

 

The tea is so good, I have a cup beside me, and another in the pot.

 

Now to the Annoying,

 

 

Unsolicited mail, an offer that I have declined many times. This came with a card and instructions to activate it. Cut in half and launched into the recycling bin.

 

If I was at all interested I would have accepted one of the many offers in the past. Now even if I was interested I would not take it up. Cutting off nose to spite face? Maybe, but that is how I am.

 

And finally to the sad part.

 

 



 

This envelope was also in the post, sadly empty, the stamp has not been franked so there is no post mark to give me a clue. I suspect that it was the Greetings Card that I won in a giveaway but can not be sure. If  you recognise your hand writing then do let me know. There are few things worse than half a story.

 

On a completely different subject, I watched Home for Dinner, by chance a few nights ago. I got the second part and enjoyed it and last night watched the first episode on catch up. I now realise that I am perfectly right in my belief that I had a very good childhood compared to many. I have never eaten food that I felt was disgusting. I have never been hungry because there was not enough to eat. Mind you I never got to wear those fancy clothes, not much use on a holding even if all I was big enough to do was feed the rabbits.

That was a most important task, first I had to walk the hedgerows and gather hogweed, dandelion leaves and such like. Then the hutches had to be cleaned out and fresh straw put in, while the rabbits were eating all the old bedding had to be taken to the compost bins and added to the correct bin.

Those rabbits were food, plain and simple. We ate them, we sold them and we bartered them for butchers meat and milk and cream.

 

There was always butter and milk, fresh eggs ( I did not have to collect the eggs as the Cockerel was nearly as big as me ) and heaps of fresh veg and fruit in season.

Clothes were sometimes "interesting", my Granny was good at remaking adults clothes into child size garments, a pair of trousers with only the bottoms of the legs worth saving was soon transformed into a skirt.

 

I suppose that was part and parcel of country life as apposed to town. I know that I had the best end of the stick.

 

I have cut out the bird and heart templates from my new magazine, and they have been glued to thin card, once dry I will cut them out and be ready to do some crafting.

 

But first I need to wring another cuppa from my pot.

 

                             TTFN                                            Pam