Much Advent

It aint Advent yet, it starts tomorrow. 'Er is most particular about not putting up the Christmas tree until about a week before Christmas, and then I have a shuffle round so me snail and I can see it. However, the Christmas tree in town 'ad its lights switched on yesterday, and all them trees in the park got shiny white lights in their branches. Wouldn't be surprised if they've all been knocked 'orizontal by the storm since then, but we live in 'ope. 'Er was on the team dishing up 'ot chocolate in church afterwards, and they didn't 'arf need it.

This afternoon 'er went to a fund-raising do in town. It was to get some money together to buy tents for refugees in Calais, and if you get the chance to raise a bit of money for summat like that - well, get on with it, then! Mind, 'er's too much of a wuss to walk home in weather like what we 'ad today, so 'er phoned 'im to give 'er a lift 'ome. Then 'er sat down to make the Advent Wreath, like 'er do every year on the day before Advent Sunday. We'll be seeing 'er out 'ere, then, I aid to me snail, she'll be out round the garden cutting a bit of rosemary, bit of ivy, a lot of 'olly out the 'edge.

Not a bit of it. 'Er darts out the front door, snips a teensy bit of 'olly off the nearest bush, and disappears inside like a ferret up a pipe. 'Er weren't staying out a second longer than 'er 'ad to. Next time I looked in the window, there's the Advent Wreath all ready with its red ribbons and candles and bits of 'olly sticking out like the first line of defence. Looks nice, though. 'Ave a good Advent time.