The view from our front door this morning . . . Very pretty but a very hazardous journey to the main road which luckily was clear. When you get to the 'slopey bit' at the end of our road before it joins another quiet un-gritted road, the power of prayer really comes into its own!When I got back from work this afternoon, I found the Pater Familias up a ladder putting up the outside lights, aided and abetted by Number One Son and the tree had been brought inside from the back garden where it had been resting for a few days. With a CD of carols playing in the background, I'm finally feeling a little bit more 'Ho! Ho! Ho!' and less 'Bah, humbug!'
Number Two son is expected home tomorrow and hopefully we'll be able to decorate the tree together and put up a few decorations around the house here and there.
More importantly the crib has been unpacked and is now in situ (minus the infant Jesus of course and the Kings). All ready to blessed in the next few days, I hope.
2 comments:
Ah ... snow!
Why is it we in the UK grind to a halt whenever there's snow?
Many roads have not been gritted because Local Authorities have run out of grit. Some are using cat litter instead !!!
There are many cats in the middle of the road confused about what to do !!!
You got to laugh I suppose.
God bless.
I did laugh, Victor! I have this lovely mental image of cats wandering around confused in the middle of icy roads. :o)
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