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Meals on Wheels and the Writing of Songs

The Meals and Wheels Club reconvened yesterday after a short break during which the other two members of the Club - as in, not Mr B and I - have been on an extended holiday in their travelling home.


I think it must be rather comforting, taking your home with you. Like a snail, but somewhat faster. Of course snails, being slow, do often find themselves at the mercy of various predators of both the two legged and four legged variety. They are dependent on people like my dear Mum, whose birthday it would have been yesterday. She could never pass a stranded snail, slowly and dangerously traversing a pavement, without gently picking it up and finding a nearby garden in which to place it. She was a One Woman Snail Rescue Unit. In her memory, I, too, find myself rescuing errant snails in much the same way. I do draw the line at slugs - though, when you think about it, a snail is basically a slug which, like our friends, has decided to take its home along with it.


Obviously our friends are not the least bit like slugs, oh no, not them. It was lovely to see them after all this time and to catch up on everything that's been happening to us since last we met. All this over a delicious meal which was well received by She Who Is Always Thinking of Her Stomach.


We also have something else in common - twins! Their son and his wife have twins born in May this year while we, of course, are expecting a Double Happy Event next week. We have never had twins in our immediate family and we haven't the faintest idea what to expect so it's good to hear the ins and outs of being grandparents to twins.


Our friends' house is already festooned with Christmas decorations - though they tell us that this is because they have had to clear out the loft to enable roofing repairs to take place. They needed somewhere to put them all for the duration of the work so putting them up round the house seemed the best bet. It has me pondering when we should put up our decorations at home as only one window sill can be said to look truly festive, adorned as it is with my knitted Christmas characters and several woolly Christmas puddings. Once they are all gift-wrapped and sent off to their new homes, the window sill will look bare once more. I must start campaigning for the right to decorate - the only person I need to convince, you will understand, being Mr B.

 


Considering the lack of decorations in our house, I am feeling remarkably festive, especially as I have just completed our 2014 Christmas Song which we will sing for the delectation of our Singing for Pleasure Choir tomorrow morning. Sung to the tune of "Tumbalalaika" its greatest claim to fame is that I have managed to incorporate the words "the architectural outline of trees" into one of the verses. Now that's something to be proud of, don't you think?

 

In case you are wondering what this is all about, our choir conductor, The Redoubtable Muriel, regales us most weeks with her observations on the shape of trees throughout the seasons. She even has us singing about it. If our 2014 Christmas song is to go down as well as those from the last two Christmases then it has to tick all the boxes - which meant finding a way of incorporating this charming idiosyncrasy into my song. We have printed out copies of the chorus for every member of the choir so that they can add their rousing voices to my feeble one - and incorporated a picture of a robin and a seasonal greeting on every one in lieu of Christmas cards all round.

 

Oh, yes, Christmas cards! We posted almost all our Christmas cards today, apart from those to be hand delivered and those awaiting a letter - which I can't write until the Twins are born. Like the architectural outline of trees through the seasons, it's impossible for them to be left out. Posting the cards today meant we were only four days adrift of Mr B's challenging deadline. As we stood in the sub-Post Office, resting on the photo-copier as we stuck stamps on eighty plus cards, I allowed myself a moment of silent congratulations.


I did not share my pleasure with Mr B in case he reminded me that I still have to wheedle gift lists out of several family members so that Orders Can Be Placed. Every time I think I am doing well, he comes up with somebody else I have completely forgotten about.


But there you are. Christmas comes and Christmas goes. January will blow in (the architectural outline of the trees will be clearly seen, bare of foliage as they will be) and the Meals and Wheels Club will meet at ours for the first time in 2015. Mr B is already considering the menu. The Twins will be very much here and Young Faris will be a Big Brother. The choir will have forgotten all about my song in the excitement of the New Year lunch at the local college.


And so the Circle of our Really Rather Delightful Life will continue.

 

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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12.06 | 02:31

I love that you talk to your plants ... I used to on my allotment ... seemed perfectly rational !

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05.06 | 22:01

Sounds like a perfect day Jacqui, happy birthday for tomorrow, love Val xx

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07.12 | 15:48

what details have you got on your mysterious Wilde?

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