Thursday, 2 January 2014

2014

Happy new year to all of you, apologies for the prolonged absence, illness, Christmas and internet problems got in the way, but here I am back again.  

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and a good new year, we spent ours celebrating our granddaughters first Christmas  and first birthday with her, a good time was had by all, despite the presence of a stomach bug, which elected to stay with each and everyone of us in turn!  I was initiated into "In the Night Garden" and introduced to Igglepiggle and Upssydaisy, star's of said Ceebeebies programme, we saw the delight as she delved into the stocking I knitted and Santa filled on christmas morning, and the equal delight with which she dealt with the advent calendar again knitted by me.  We walked, crawled, sang and danced our way through the festivities, and came home exhausted but exhilarated, ready to get back to the sewing and knitting.  Happily she will be coming to stay with us in a few weeks time, so more fun to be had.  First Craft Cafe of the year tonight, and first Quilters group on Saturday, back to earth with a bang.  It seems apt to start off the year with a Robbie Burns poem, Auld Lang Syne.  Happy new year to one and all and thank you for joining me again.

Siwzy


Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And auld lang syne!

  Chorus.—
    For auld lang syne, my dear,
      For auld lang syne.
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
      For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp!
  And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet,
  For auld lang syne.
    For auld lang syne, my dear,
      For auld lang syne.
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
      For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
  And pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
  Sin’ auld lang syne.
    For auld lang syne, my dear,
      For auld lang syne.
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
      For auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
  Frae morning sun till dine;
1But seas between us braid hae roar’d
  Sin’ auld lang syne.
    For auld lang syne, my dear,
      For auld lang syne.
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
      For auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fere!
  And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
  For auld lang syne.
    For auld lang syne, my dear,
      For auld lang syne.
    We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
      For auld lang syne.

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