Even if they are from Europe

I wanted to knit a boiled wool coat but the wool would not fit in my pan.
I see all the trousers are 7/8 th long this autumn.I measured mine but the length was not divisible by 8.But if say they were 32 inches I would have to cut off 4 inches,But then I’d have to make a hem.So better cut off only 3 inches
I can’t see very well.I use easy thread needles but if only they could thread themselves
Then once your trousers are shorter it highlights your ankles.
So you need ankle boots or some beautiful socks.
So I shall not be bothering with this.
Then orange is the “in” colour.Well, it does nothing for me unless it’s the sky at sunset
I saw a nice looking winter coat for £79.But it is polyester.Will it keep it keep me warm?
My central heating is not working.I have no car.I need a coat made of wool.Or down filled
I have my fab coat from 2005.That is that.
Yet in autumn women seem to need a new garment to mark the new school year.Also it’s when many couples decide to divorce
You need something suitable for collecting a child from school and also for seeing a solicitor.
Well, athleisure seems to be in but I doubt if solicitors know that.And don’t buy a cheap suit.Just buy a gigantic colourful scarf from TKMaxx and wrap it round your head, neck and chest.They may think you are a Muslim trying to hide your ethnic dress.
But it covers up your worn out clothes.
Is it a good idea? I don’t know as I can’t get a divorce now.
Don’t you think it’s cruel to stop widows from divorcing before they go to heaven?
It is only when men die you see all their flaws.Like dying before their wives!
And remember this.You may buy a coat and shorten your trousers
but Boris Johnson is still PM of a cruelly divided UK
And he’s made it infinitely worse in the last week aided by his henchmen
So get warm clothes and pray.And help your neighbours.Even if they are from Europe/

I sang Oh, little town of Bethlehem

Mother, it is great to be up North
Can we take a trip to see High Force?
I don’t think we can manage that,I said
Why ever not,I need to leave my bed
Well,I can’t drive for I can’t see so well
He looked at me with pity, it was hell
Shall we take a cab, he questioned me
I don’t think they can get there before tea
We can take a flask and your fruit cake
I knew his mother well, and could she bake!
I did not like to say it is too far
Two hundred miles or more from where we were
He asked again about my honeymoon
Did you find it over all too soon?
I felt a blush spread over my fair skin
He was my husband, I spent it with him
But yet I could not take away his joy
He loved his mother much when a small boy.
Judging by the smile on his dear face
Freud was right, he wished to me embrace.
Is it wrong to let a man mistake
His wife for his late mother, that is fake.
But since he was so sick and suffered long
I had to keep him going with her songs
She sung in her church choir the hymns of praise
To overcome that strange weekend malaise
So valiant as ever in my work
I sang O Praise the Lord as in the Kirk
I sang Oh, little town of Bethlehem
Of course there was no wall there way back when
He still read the paper every day
And in the night when sleepless he would pray.
I would have lifted rocks and cut through steel
If I could have made his old heart heal
Yet still our masquerade was to him real
He held my hand and smiled with great appeal.
Then he said he’d like to go to bed
With his own mother, what could I have said?
I made some tea and he smiled even more
I guess that’s why he lived to ninety four.