The last mowing of the grass before this Winter blast.

The boiler serviced, the chimney swept, the winter flu has laid me low I have hardly slept.

My poor dahlias who blooms have brought me joy through the autumn lay frosted in their pot, a job to bring them in forgot.

A tonne of logs, bags of coal and kindling have been stored now the early winter has taken its turn, all ready for the log burner to burn.

I look for my gloves and scarves and try on my winter jacket that was so cosy and cost me a packet!

it still fits with room to move it only shows and goes to prove that I have not gained but lost those pounds I strove to lose.

The shops are full of Christmas fare, not for me I don’t really care to to be sucked in to this scramble to start my Christmas dash they can keep their trees and I’ll keep my cash.