My desk shows the aftermath of Christmas Card creating . . . . . and will go on until I am fed up of it all . . . . . then I will chuck out all the leftover papers, embellishments, card fronts etc from years and years ago!!!
I have two boxes of stamps and dies that never see daylight because of these boxes of 'useful' Christmas stash . . . .
yes, there's even peeloffs!
I am another year older today. I really don't notice the passage of time as my days and nights blend. I have always said that if we didn't have children we would not notice the years go by.
I like the Nigerian (and I presume . . most third world countries) way of not recording births. Ask most of them how old they are and they have no concept of age . . .. love it.
I will be celebrating with my daughters, not going out as it is much too cold for my 'old' body.
I want to live long enough to get a telegram from the King (any King will do!) but at the rate that age breaks down the body . . . . . I wonder . . . do I?
Will I enjoy being that old?
I suppose as long as I can create and contribute some thing to society then yes . . . . possibly . . . in the meantime I shall enjoy my day.
The screen
this is me most evenings . . .























