Whispering Dishes over the summer

of the satellite kind to whispering winds recently with frozen crisp footsteps for some, while others getting wet in downpours. 

The gradually build up of twinkling Christmassy lights and sights shining from homes. It was a case of spot the door wreath, for the last bus journey to a hospital this year, where a cluster of us give time and energy.... the stories some pour out to you in disclosing what they wish too, takes the mind off your own concerns awhile. 

The penultimate Shopping trip now done. The time it takes to get round the stores, a lot longer whatever time you venture out, now until Christmas Day is done and over. The batty time when the movement of goods fail awhile this time of year.

The  just in case I am stuck on my own goodies if plans fail to happen this current year.... like those Festivities past that did happen to fall apart ... if things do fall in place I am on countdown to our own celebrations of a death day remembrance ... then it is time to spend special days on a few times with a daughter this year.... the second in her own home ... 

The girl guide motto still with us as a family of ‘Be Prepared’ for whatever happens back on track ...