Me and my lovely old postman have got an unspoken deal going on. If I promise not to scare him by appearing at the door in my nightie and last nights mascara, he promises to stash a little pile of scrumptious mail ready for the day when I need cheering up the most…
How else Dear Housekeeper’s are we to explain the bundle of deliciousness he presented me with this morning and not a bill amongst it?
I am still living underwater. My right ear is re-infected and my left apparently needs hoovering before it will be possible to assess the damage. Add to these woes, an antibiotic inspired gruesome case of thrush and you’ve got yourself one pretty sorry for herself Vintage HouseKeeper. But never mind all that because the blues are gloriously offset by parcels and cards and letters and my lovely postman somehow saw to it, that yet again they all arrived at once…
From Melissa, the gorgeous shabbily scrumptious card above (in an envelope that looks like it’s been around the world to get to me!), with words kind enough to make me cry, (Thank you, thank you Dear, sweet Melissa…) from my lovely Auntie, Barbie, a get well card, (Ring me: I hear much better on the phone!) and from the scrumptious little fairycake who is Wendy, a pinkly perfect Birthday card. Good taste just shines from my Glaswegian friend…
And then the parcels:-
1) A big envelope addressed to Alison Abcess May, (God I hope that name doesn’t stick!!) which could only have come from my little cheeky sister, containing two tiny wonderful books, one called "I Like You" and the other a tiny little tome about
2) A squashily soft parcel containing a four beautiful vintage lace pillowcases from Marie in France. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous!
3) And last of all an Amazon parcel containing this from my lovely, lovely Gayla.
Occasionally someone comes into your life who really see’s you. Who knows who you are and loves you anyway. Who can read your mood from a single sentence and knows what to say to make it right. For me that person is Gayla. With me from day one on
Though we have only spoke on the phone and I don’t even know what she looks like, she is as real to me as everyone else in my family and I am proud to call her a friend. If I can love Finley the way she loves her son Gerard, and continue to laugh with and honour my parents well into their old age the way she does hers, I will be happy. And more than that: if I ever have the opportunity to gently mentor someone in the future, the way she is quietly guiding me, I sincerely hope I will do it with half the humour and compassion she has shown me in the past eighteen months…
Thank you Gayla. The
Glad you had some cheer!I love my postie aswell at least when he's not taking the mickey!He says if I was his wife he'd stop my pocket money -the cheek!So when is your birthday?If I've missed it a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Oh, my! Alison, Alison, Alison! You are so dear. I am absolutely stricken muste ( and misty– no — SOAKINGwet) eyed)!!! I am happy it arrived this week. And ditto on all those lovely thoughts! bIG bIG SMILES AND HUGS— mE.
A gazillion bestest birthday wishes to you for tomorrow Ali (it might be the day after, your time!). I had all good intentions of getting a pressie in the mail for you, but as usual I have been incredibly slack about it all. So I will post it at some stage and it will just be a nice surprise for you 🙂
Lots of love and big hugs to you…
Oh and after looking at the book on amazon, I went off to the library and found another book by Victoria Moran – she is set to become a firm favourite!
Hi Alison, Ms*Robyn informs me that we have something in common… little boys and coeliacs! Happy Birthday too.. I hope you have a wonderful day!