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Happy Christmas to you and all other Rhesus Negatives in here. God Bless all of you. Have joy and laughter with those you love, or quiet contemplative time alone, like me. Stay warm, stay safe, stay loved by your creator.
thank you, back at ya!
Bless you. I’m not alone, alone, by the way… in recent months I have a beautiful red fox who visits my garden often, and up close looks just like one of our late queen’s corgis with very long legs and tail… And, hedgehogs, mice, and occasional rats which big birds eat, and hundreds of birds daily, from seagulls down to tiny, tiny, Robin and House Martin’s and Sparrows etc etc… all across my thirteen years of residence in my current village home. The birds know me well, they always have wherever l have lived in my 77 years… whatever colours l may wear, they respond to my “click, click, clicking”call as l put out food, swooping and answering me back. The fox however is newly arrived these past twelve months, by dint of my inability to garden any more. I can’t afford a gardener on basic pension, so my mower and my strimmer and my shears, are silent, due Rheumatoid Arthritis and Ostarthritis and Heart Failure. I’m too breathless to push, or pull, lift, or drag. Such is old age. And my family mostly died much younger than l am, so l’ve done well. But the rewards of being ‘idly’ enforced, reap amazing results in my visits from God’s smaller creatures. It feels like the many years of acting as an unofficial animal sanctuary back in my younger days whilst raising children in other villagers, for injured or dying birds and small four legged friends, which locals brought to me for nurture, have rewarded me in my loneliest hours. Ain’t God wonderful?