Dangers of rubber trousers
We returned to Glen Trolliagh for a family Christmas and yet again against all the odds of terrible weather we have had a lovely time with generous and helpful guests who although confined indoors by 100 mph winds, heavy snow, floods and monsoon rains at least did not have to endure the failure of domestic equipment and frozen pipes on the scale of last Christmas save the odd power cut. A sort of seasonal Dunkirk spirit appeared with lots for singing and traditional games with a dash of sociable gatherings for coffee, tea or something a little stronger around the purloined Great Christmas Tree of Trollaigh.
No one locally ventured out to visit us and I am not surprised as conditions were unsuitable for any travelling for despite months of works by the policy makers of Argyll & Bute Council and indeed even a policy or two being published; not a snowplough or a bin man has been seen for over 4 weeks. I even hear that the vital central government inspired principle of Home Care for the elderly is now being delivered by an enthusiastic lady on a push bike in Dalmally after the previous 2 carers with motor cars sensibly returned to the warmer climes of the English home counties. Obviously if one lives outside push bike range of Dalmally be sure in the knowledge that your corps will be found by a highly qualified Social Worker on a routine visit in the Spring.
The only niggle has been the trend to send ever tinier Christmas cards presumable in a show frugal humility or more likely a conspiracy by the Post Office to lighten their burden. However the limitations of space mean that most signatures are illegible and the lack of space for any personal message fails to give a clue as to who the sender might be. Perhaps in a year or two the fashion for large embossed cards naked of charitable giving, which I much prefer will return.
Having spent at least some of the winter in the sun; a habit which we have every intention of developing if this bally weather continues; we have lost the habit of coping with many layers of outdoor togs and one of the more jolly seasonal sights was that of dearest Dottie going into a tripping, staggering tail spin when having donned the wellies she had forgotten that the rubber trousers were still round her ankles providing an effective hobble. I really must not send her out for logs in the dark when it is a task I can easily accomplish myself.
All our very best wishes for a successful, fruitful and happy 2012, yours aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.
No one locally ventured out to visit us and I am not surprised as conditions were unsuitable for any travelling for despite months of works by the policy makers of Argyll & Bute Council and indeed even a policy or two being published; not a snowplough or a bin man has been seen for over 4 weeks. I even hear that the vital central government inspired principle of Home Care for the elderly is now being delivered by an enthusiastic lady on a push bike in Dalmally after the previous 2 carers with motor cars sensibly returned to the warmer climes of the English home counties. Obviously if one lives outside push bike range of Dalmally be sure in the knowledge that your corps will be found by a highly qualified Social Worker on a routine visit in the Spring.
The only niggle has been the trend to send ever tinier Christmas cards presumable in a show frugal humility or more likely a conspiracy by the Post Office to lighten their burden. However the limitations of space mean that most signatures are illegible and the lack of space for any personal message fails to give a clue as to who the sender might be. Perhaps in a year or two the fashion for large embossed cards naked of charitable giving, which I much prefer will return.
Having spent at least some of the winter in the sun; a habit which we have every intention of developing if this bally weather continues; we have lost the habit of coping with many layers of outdoor togs and one of the more jolly seasonal sights was that of dearest Dottie going into a tripping, staggering tail spin when having donned the wellies she had forgotten that the rubber trousers were still round her ankles providing an effective hobble. I really must not send her out for logs in the dark when it is a task I can easily accomplish myself.
All our very best wishes for a successful, fruitful and happy 2012, yours aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.
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