On the other hand, or it’s being so cheerful what keeps us going


My last post was one of my Pollyanna type ones about the past few years. I don’t like to bleat about my life’s sorrows...I know everyone has a sackful of their own...so I can sound a bit like I’m living the life of Riley*. I’m not. I’m trying to give myself relevance as I struggle…

So, let’s talk about Thanksgiving…


When I was a wee sprout, I went to school in the US. I remember spending much of the month of November making turkeys with multicoloured tails of construction paper, pilgrim boot buckles for my little girl shoes, I think there were even songs, fortunately forgotten. My birthday (and two of my cousins') were on…