Our ward clerk slipped out to the cafe yesterday and came back with her coffee in a cup with CHRISTMAS themes all over it. People were posting things like ‘only 42 days till Christmas..’ That is 7 weeks folks and a lot goes on between now and then. I dread hearing the first yuletide song on the radio.
On 31st October I got home around 10pm to find a neighbour furiously sweeping out his front garden. The entire place had been decorated with faux cobwebs, inflatable ghouls, zombie warning signs and he claimed that they had had non-stop visitors to the door and gave away four big bucket loads of sweets. He said he had to rush to two local supermarkets to stock up half way through the evening. But there he was, clearing way all signs of Halloween for yes, you guessed it CHRISTMAS, which is not, as the title says, November 1st.
Makes me sad. Do we really lurch from one commercial event to the next now?
On another note and probably reflecting/causing my bitter mood, news is not good at home. There has been surgery, there has been talk of letting people go home for the end and we are still trying to glean more information.
Today is a day off. After calls home, I FINALLY managed to sort out my contract (only taken since May), get my status changed from Health Support Worker to Registered Nurse and to ascertain when I will be paid (everyone else was paid last month but me…).
The washing is on, the house wants to be cleaned. The window cleaner is coming to see me. My ex has started the divorce ball rolling and all is good with the world.
If I don’t think that then I will collapse in a heap. On that note here are three photos from my trip to Hill End
Very proud of the echidna shots, (there are many of which this is my favourite). The light on the roo’s fur is lovely and that is one big joey in her pouch. These letters where in the studio of the lovely people who run Hill End Press