Lots of Christmas jobs done this morning. Three cakes marzipanned ready to ice over the week-end, Christmas menus written out and final shopping list (quite short) written out. Now I am about to get ready to go to our Poetry afternoon. The weather was beautifully sunny but I see from the landing window that it is now raining quite heavily, so obviously a mixture of sunshine and showers.
I found a rather nice piece of Christmas poetry to read, although as usual with poetry I really think the poet (Sir Walter Scott in Marmion) saw the scene through rose-tinted specs. It begins
"Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill"and ends "A Christmas gambol oft would cheer a poor man's heart through half the year."
I doubt it in those days - but the Christmas spirit is lovely.
Thinking of Mandella's death this week I am also reading his favourite poem which is Invictus by W E Henley. A very inspiring read. Depending how many there are there (anything between six and eleven) I also have Thackeray's The Ballad of Bouillabaisse and Vernon Scannell's Uncle Edward's Affliction.
It is always one of my favourite afternoons in the month - lovely company and always poetry I have never come across before.
Sun is now blazing away in my eyes again. Have a nice day.