No, I’m thinking more of A Tales of Two Cities, you know:
We had a wonderful three days of celebrating from Christmas Eve to
Boxing Day where we ate ourselves silly with all this amazing, delicious
healthy cruelty free food. I have a new favourite vegetable--the parsnip.
I love it so much I have composed a song in its honour. Seriously. More on that
later.
Our Lily Rose was found dead on Christmas Eve. She was our oldest
spider--somewhere in the range of fourteen years old or so--and she was our
first spider in the UK. She was also our
first second hand spider that we got from a lovely lady named Sue who could no
longer care for her. Our first rescue. It just broke out hearts.
Despite having to watch our pennies, we each had a pressie under the
tree as well as a joint gift. Siôn Corn (Father Christmas, literally Chimney John) did not
forget his little chickadees! Spiderman got a new key chain with a Welsh
dragon as his old one had broken and I got a Welsh children’s songbook of
traditional Welsh tunes that came with a CD, a book of chords so you can
play along at home and (thankfully) a translation. I can now play three
songs!!!! Go me! I’d also like to thank Tallulah who actually makes the music.
I am only as good as my ukulele and she’s fabulous. Together we got the new CD
by our favourite comedy blues band Jonny and the Baptists entitled the Satiric
Verses from their Stop UKIP tour.
The sad:
We had to bury Lily Rose on Christmas day as she was beginning to stink.
Sorry old girl. Thankfully, it had been raining (when does it ever bloody stop
here????) so the ground was quite soft which was good as we don’t own any sort
of digging apparatus. My heart was very
heavy. I am writing a full eulogy for her, but am finding it emotionally hard.
Indeed you can. Sending love and hugs and warm cozy feelings. I love my present from you soooo much! The fabric is beautiful and you are a good seamstress. I shall use it with happiness.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas my dear. So sorry for the loss of the lovely Lily Rose...
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