Fairy

Those sticky out things on my back are not shoulder blades. They are wings. They must be.

We had a lovely weekend back in the village where we lived until about eighteen months ago. We saw lots of good friends including the Golden Child (youngest godchild) and her family, and got together with the Sunshines and the Cahooties. In the course of this, the Golden Child told someone that I was her 'fairy godmother'. I do hope she doesn't expect the ball gown and the pumpkin coach. Best I can do is a party dress and a ride on the train.

When I was little I thought that angels were grown up fairies (bigger, but with wings.) I now think that angels are an altogether different thing and a lot more helpful. May the shelter of the angels be ours today.