After a few last minute preparations for our New Years Eve guests there was just enough time for a quick walk before preparing the evening meal.
I left the route to Mr C, he chose ‘Wellington’ as a walk… After a while I realised he meant a walk ‘around Wellington’ not in the town, taking in familiar places from his younger days. The walk included the presentation of my #walk1000miles achievement medal in the Bowring Park.
Photographing my achievement was problematic, firstly waiting for people to walk by so that we didn’t get in their way. Then a cute little dog came to say hello, he seemed to think there might be something interesting in my handbag. After extracting my medal from my bag I put my bag back on my shoulder. The dog got even more friendly, hopping up with waggy tale and little paws on my leg to say ‘Hello’.
Photo opportunity complete, Mr C proceeded with his chosen route home (a long way round). Two hours and 5.5 miles later we were back home and a little behind schedule for guest preparations…
The walk was fab and so was our family get together in the evening 
Happy New Year, mon Cherie and Mr. C!
That is quite possibly the best picture of you I’ve ever seen – you sparkle and glow like a New Year’s firework!
Much love,
~Chrystal and Mark
PS – You know what I just now realized? Our first and last initials are the same as yours and Mr. C – MC and CC
Happy New Year to you both xx
I think my hair is a bit crazy in this photograph
See, that’s only what you think, looking at yourself, but it looks as though a gentle breeze is blowing your hair back from of your face perfectly, leaving one curl just so, in the middle, and it’s lovely
That reminds me of that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem that was shortened to a nursery rhyme, “There Was a Little Girl, Who Had a Little Curl, Right In the Middle of Her Forehead.” :
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Which doesn’t fit you at all, mind you – just the curl on the forehead part reminded me of that poem/nursery rhyme lol.
But then come to think of it, who does that poem/nursery rhyme fit, anyway, what exactly was so “horrid,” and what exactly is the moral lesson supposed to be? lol
That while playing, little girls shouldn’t stand on their heads, on their own beds, and “hooray” her heels (whatever that means)?
Why is that horrid – because she’s in a dress, standing on her head, or because of the noise she was making while doing it?
And long as her mother thought it was the boys playing “combat” and making noise upstairs, that was okay; but because she’s a girl making noise, that’s “horrid” and she was spanked?
Or was it because she didn’t come down for dinner, and she actually wasn’t playing, she was throwing a fit?
And they wonder why we women are so confused all the time about “proper” behavior.
I’ll leave you to now discuss this important philosophical argument amongst yourselves, or perhaps just leave, so that everyone can get back to congratulating you for your 1000 miles (congratulations again).
Either way, I’m off to stand on my head, on my own bed, and hooray my heels for New Year’s, hoping my little pointless diatribe at least gave you a smile, in the sort of way an eccentric aunt would?
Love you …
Meanwhile… I have a hair appointment on Tuesday
Happy new year and well done on your achievement!
Thank you, Happy New Year to you too xx