Too much Blue Cheese

A short grey day
to say goodbye.

A cold one
and windy.

I am staying curled up.
Yesterday I ate too much blue cheese.

Fish and Peace.

I've had a special Christmas
tucked up with my best friend.

Not been out much;
too windy.

Snow is on the way.

Today I saw the fishing boat pull into the harbour
It ran from the wind with all its lights blazing.

It was exciting and reassuring.
It brought fish and a sense of peace.

It's Christmastime.

No Christmas Lights.

All I got for Christmas was a power cut
It lasted for forty eight hours.

It was a long day.
But it was warm in bed!

Looking for Santa Claws

Today I need to sleep
because I shall be awake all night
looking for Father Christmas.

I've put a mince pie out for him.

Sleepover

My friend was abandoned
we took pity.

Big mistake.
He's nicked my bed and eaten my food.

He has no manners
but its not his fault.

He was never taught.

Never mind. He goes home tomorrow.

(Yippee!)

Cold toes are not just for winter

My toes are cold
and my nose sometimes shivers.

I'm glad I've got a friend to keep my feet warm.

Spiced buns are great!

I shared a spiced bun with my best friend today
It was really good.

Then when my best friend left me alone
I ate the other three!

Swearies seem to be commonplace at the moment.

Doris's Day

I should have stayed in bed.
Everything that could go belly up
managed to do so in fashionable style.

I had a wee rant and a bit of a sweary.
Felt much better.....

Till I stepped in the tin of paint.

Glass going up

The glass is going up again.
I was ready for the storm but
we stayed in the eye.
Now the glass is rising and there
will be no storm to wait for.

Tomorrow I think I'll walk
The rain will keep me company.
I am never alone.

Last Night

went up a mountain track in the dark;
the torch was a fine beam.
Miss Marple would have loved it.

My friend came too. We ran through cold wet heather.
Stars were out but the moon stayed hidden.
I like to hide.

I like to run in the dark.

Glass dropped.

The glass is dropping
I think we are in for a dusting

I don't dust
because I am Doris.

The Judge should be Judged

How easy it is to poke fun.
People like people to shun.
All my good thoughts and smiles were undone
When she judged me on what I'd become.

She was wrong.
I hadn't become anything.
I'd always been there.

Its been a busy day.
A visitor called - brought a friend.
I played out
Now I'm tired.

All curled up.

Just today.

A tiny patch of shining behind the net
With a Jackson spatter of rain on the glass
I can see the bud of honeysuckle and
Wish that I could smell it.

This morning there were sheep.
I was shocked
Just stood there
waiting.
They ran and
I never moved.

wind in the glen

Wind is noisy today
Doris curled up not listening.

Tomorrow it will snow
Snow is quiet.