Our Love Is For Ever

Happy New Year to all my readers! I'm not quite back in the swing of things, having had a splendid festive time, so here is a little taster of the beginning of a little project I've set myself for 2020. I will be back again soon. Watch this space.

Love Is For Ever

Onwards into the roaring twenties!

Love and hugs,
Jane x

I'm Late! I'm Late, for a Very Important Date!

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date! Crimes! Christmas is upon us and I'm running out of time to do all those things that make the 24th December so wonderful: clean the kitchen floor, the skirting boards, the bit behind the sofa that only gets done once in a slip of the magnetic north pole, etc. Oh well, what doesn't get done, doesn't get done. 
David and I are back home after a little break in posh Penge. We saw our daughter, Jo, and grandson, Jack, had a Friday night out with friends (a Weatherspoon bash), a Saturday evening of serving mulled wine and mince pies at the carol service given by The London Singers, in St Georges Church, Bromley, a Sunday playing for Sunday service at Clockhouse Church, we had coffee in Nero's with the organ mistress, and I had a lovely afternoon of poeting with my fellow poets (Shortland's Poetry Circle). On top of all that I managed to see Father Christmas to put my request in for a camper van, and I enjoyed scooping up a few bargains in Bromley high street. Phew! Breathe! It was a lovely trip South though.
Back in Barnsley, today we have done the Morrisons thing, and I am looking forward to my Friday night tipple, though it won't be in the shed tonight. The garden is totally waterlogged due to all the rain, and it's really not so warm out there. (I know, the South has made me soft).
Anyway, here's a few pics of the week: 

Dear Father Christmas I would like a camper van please.

Bromley High Street loud and jolly

The Santa Express in Bromley

There he is, Santa himself

With presents, I see.

At the back of the church ready with the mince pies.

Lovely St George Church, Beckenham

The London Singers

Sunday service at Clockhouse Chapel

Watched over by the organ mistress.

St Georges from Delnene Restaurant, Backenham

Celebrating our son's 50th birthday

Look left, front row, this girl has to be related to me, she has a family resemblence

Kings Cross station on the way home

Look, a new Christmas scarf

I'm going to dash off now because not only is it tea time, but we haven't had lunch today and both David and I are blooming starving.
I might not be back before Christmas, so Best Wishes to everyone, thank you for taking the time to read my blog and showing an interest in my writing as a whole, (have you ordered a copy of my book/books yet?) Have yourselves a Very Merry Chistmas - Christmas Time, Mistletoe and Wine and all that, and may your lives be full of joy and jingling bells.
See you on the other side,
Byee for now,
Love and hugs,
Jane x

It's All About the Tree

Hello Dear Readers, Yes, this week it's all about the tree. Barnsley streets are coming alive with lights in windows, lights in the gardens and lights on rooftops. Christmas trees are beginning to appear in pubs, in parks, in practically every corner of every village and town. Yes, 'tis the season to be jolly, and today my tree came out of the loft, and is now twinkling brightly in my little living room.

Ah, the magic of elves!

Putting the tree up was an excellent thing to do today cos I had a bit of a boozy head. Why? Because last night I was at the Maison Du Biere in Elsecar where The Barnsley Spoken Voices collective gathered together to perform their latest poems and stories. It was a raucous evening and I was on the bubbly stuff. Well, a good night was had by all, despite the mince pies not materialising as planned. 
I dressed for the occasion in Christmas leggings, boots and my favourite purple tutu, and had a great time chatting to people I only get chance to chat to now and then. We should definitely have more of these gatherings.

One of the people I got into conversation with last night was Granville Danny Clarke (look him up here) he's very entertaining, as were all the performing poets. I did take some pics of the poets, but honestly they're not very good, I really must get a new phone, the camera on this one is rubbish. But the selfies came out ok.

Granville D Clarke et moi!

Tina et moi!

A flavour of the venue

Anyway the bubbly was nice and cold and dropped down very well. Dave and I popped into the Milton pub at the end 'cos we found we had half an hour to wait for the bus, so by the time we got home we were quite squiffy and felt very festive. So it begins!

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In fact it began on Wednesday when David and I had a little trip out to see friends and family. While I had a reunion lunch with old school friends, Dave popped to see his sister. Later in the afternoon I joined them. It was a very special day; a little train trip, and chance to say hello to people we hadn't seen for at least a year.

Dave, Sister Nan and moi

Kathleen Elsie and Elizabeth, all friends from school and beyond. Our annual reunion is something I always look forward to.

Kathleen, Elsie and moi

Elizabeth

 

 So, that was my week, not too action packed, but certainly jolly. I hope your festive time is kicking off in the same vein.

Of course, politics is taking centre stage. Will it be Boris? Or will it be Jeremy? We shall all know by Friday. Will it all be over by Christmas? I think not. Whatever, I shall go and cast my vote on Thursday like the dutiful citizen that I am.

Here's my political poem:

I’m an Angel

Good News! I bring Good News! It’s what I do,

Fear not! The words I bring are just for you.

So harken up! Tonight is born a king,

Good News! Almighty God is stepping in!

Rejoice! I say, rejoice! Be of good cheer!

I bring Good News! Rejoice! Eat pies! Drink Beer!,

Make love! Let all the bells of Barnsley ring!

A declaration of great joy I bring!

Henceforth the powers that be will see the light,

And put an end to all this Brexit shite!

Talk again soon, it's time for tea, gotta go. Byeee!

Love and Hugs

Jane