I wish someone would invent a hearing aid that did not give me itchy ears, or make whistling noises. I had given up on them, but yesterday I went to a memorial service at which I hardly heard a single word. I complained to the ninety year old woman sitting next to me that everyone mumbled and didn`t speak up properly and she said she heard it all perfectly, so now I know it must be ME. I am determined to get to grips with the ghastly things, start wearing them and be grateful.
On the plus side of the general deterioration front, I am walking in a sprightly manner again and hardly need a stick except for very muddy dog walks. The toe incident is just a far off memory.
Everyone is saying Oh no, we are not sending cards this year, Oh no we are not having turkey, we are all vegetarians now. Oh no, we dont`like Christmas pudding. I wonder how it will all end. We are having Secret Santa presents in our family,which will be a great relief to me, as I am such a hopeless wrapper upper and will only have to do a few, it doesn`t apply to the toddlers and babies of course, It is all being organised in a complicated system on line, which may go wrong so I could receive a football kit or false eyelashes, or something.
Two things I like about this time of year are those great blowsy red poinsettias (from Lidls and very cheap) which simply light up the room and also Stollen (Lidls again ) which is so delicious, and much nicer than Christmas cake though I will make one of those on Stir Up Sunday which is looming up. I love the cakey cooking smell for all the hours it takes to cook.