Still Forgetting My Scarf

When I was a child, I had a habit of losing scarves. I would leave the house with a coat and scarf, hat and wellies, but I often came back without the scarf.

I remember being a little annoyed by scarves. Some of them seemed to be made of prickly wool, and I would pull them off me, and abandon them. Poor Mumma.

It seems I have not learnt.. Today my lovely scarf vanished somewhere between my leaving the house and arriving at work. I am cross with myself. Oh well, maybe I will find it on the walk to work tomorrow.

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Winter Scarves

It became very cold last week. All the wooly scarves are out now!

I have even started to wear my big winter coat. When I finish work it is dark and cold and walking the fifteen minute uphill stretch home is quite a shock to my system.

I am wrapping myself up with two huge chunky scarves to keep the cold from getting at my neck. My neck has been bothering me for weeks. The cold does not help.

I especially love Saturday evening when I know it will not be long until Jack arrives. Last week, he was already waiting for me outside my nest. I was thrilled! That does not often happen, but he had woken up early to get as much work as he could done, allowing him to spend more time with me.

I like him! I always knew I did!