Oh, I can hardly wait!
Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2021 9:43 pm
The anticipation is building by the day.
For the day.
It only comes but once a year.
The immortal words...
Some where in deepest , darkest englandshire old, salt water, wind, sun and occasional light DIY worn hands are working life into ,and alcohol out of, fingers more used to clutching whisky glasses than typing.
But every winter they manage to rise to the occasion, to give us hope for better, lighter days ahead with the immortal words.
Patience.....patience.
For the day.
It only comes but once a year.
The immortal words...
Some where in deepest , darkest englandshire old, salt water, wind, sun and occasional light DIY worn hands are working life into ,and alcohol out of, fingers more used to clutching whisky glasses than typing.
But every winter they manage to rise to the occasion, to give us hope for better, lighter days ahead with the immortal words.
Patience.....patience.