Where's your handkerchief?

Tess in her yellow coat was just off with T to a part of the farm near some builders, one of whom also has a JR terrier who was wearing her coat today. Rosie and Tess are the best of friends and spend hours playing and sniffing about before faithfully going back to their respective owners. Luckily the stormy rain didn't reach us until after dark.

Continued with the writing of Christmas cards this morning then after lunch I ventured to town and almost finished my Christmas shopping and a few chores. Our family, except perhaps the younger ones, just give "token" presents, one's that are not large or expensive. After all we don't really need anything!

I remember being part of a rota putting an old lady to bed every week. She was 99 and still living alone in her bungalow, although a son in his seventies and his wife lived in the same village. I used to ask her about the old days and asked about the family's Christmas stockings when they were children. The girls used to have just an orange each and the boys a lump of coal which were a great treat to them! This would have been in the early 1900's.