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THANK GOODNESS IT’S MONDAY!

They say you should live every day as if it was your last, but you can take it a bit too far!

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It began with Friday’s Halloween party when a small group of us got together for food, music ...

poems ...

stories ...

... and just plain fun!

Apparently, the Celtic version of Halloween, Samhein, begins at sunset and lasts until sunrise. We didn’t quite manage sunrise, but were not too far behind which meant most of us spent Saturday wandering around like zombies, (rather appropriate analogy given the occasion!).

Sunday dawned cold and miserable, but no chance of a lie in as hubby and me had entered a 7 mile road race. Not the most competitive of participants, I managed to day dream most of the first half and was quite startled to find someone I normally beat suddenly appear at my shoulder! I also realised that I had become quite cold and had very little recollection of the previous couple of miles!

Had I had an out of body experience? Or was I still suffering the zombie state of the previous day? Whatever the cause, it was time to get back to reality! I ran the last two and a half miles faster than I’ve run for a long time so was not too far outside my normal time for this distance.

Looking forward to a long hot bath and a relaxing afternoon by the fire, I’d forgotten our intention of bringing the cattle in to their winter quarters. The afternoon was wet and miserable and my legs felt like planks, but it was good to see the beast in the barn, contentedly munching hay and bedded on a deep bed of straw.

Hubby then decided to clear out one of the sheds so some of our farm machinery could also come in for the winter. We worked until dark fell, sorting and throwing away junk and dismantling machinery so it could all be undercover.

The good thing about all this I began to hear a song running around my head:

In for the winter, in for the winter,
man and beast come in for the winter.
The year grows older,
the nights grow colder,
but man and beast are in for the winter.

I hear it as a drinking song, so all it needs now is a dark night, a bright fire and a glass of some thing red and ruby!

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404 Words . sue kendrick , add to friends . 2008-11-03 . 10:21:13 . Permalink . Email . 298 views  2 feedbacks

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Comment from: marilyn [Member] Email · http://www.writelink.co.uk/blogs/marilyn
Love the pictures, Sue, they look creatively cosy - not forgetting the bright fire and a glass of something red and ruby!
PermalinkPermalink 2008-11-06 @ 21:56
Comment from: sue kendrick [Member] Email · http://www.suekendrick.co.uk
Thanks Marilyn. It was a lovely evening, unfortunately I haven't yet finished the song, but a friend of mine has taken it away to put some music to it so I expect I'll soon be pestered for some more words.
PermalinkPermalink 2008-11-07 @ 09:00

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