Here we are again...

I'm still slowly sorting out archives. Here's my dad's Christmas card to my mum, in the late forties, when my brother was around but I was yet to make an appearance. It says: "Thank you for the lots of funs / Thank you for the jolly buns / How nice to be living with / You and [brother's name] Smith!" This is very characteristic of my dad, who was a huge brain and sometimes very choleric but could also be fun. 

Here are the two younger granddaughters dressed for Hallowe'en. How we miss them. 

We're not allowed to post pictures of Middle Granddaughter but she's not exactly recognisable here. 

I got out my knitted ghosts. One must keep up traditions. I bought them at a sale of work some years ago and am fond of them. 

Oh, and here's the third granddaughter - or in fact the first - slightly Hallowe'enised. 

We're still allowed to have them round, though not their parents, which is a bit daft really since the children are far more likely to have picked up the virus at school than their parents are at home. But ours not to reason why... etc. 

Little Granddaughter in London sent me a dictated letter. It says, "Dear Granny, Dis is a picture for you. It's a tree and a balloon in da sky. I'm going to nursaweee today. It's a bit sunny but it's not raining any more. I'm going to do a trick. I put my hands on the floor and my legs up. It's a good trick. Lots of love from (Little Granddaughter)."

 And here's the balloon in da sky. 

England is about to be almost fully locked down again from next Wednesday midnight, and I imagine that our Great Leader will follow England's suit shortly, after a decent pause to make it look as if she's being very independent. 

It's all very dire. 

On a brighter note, one of my choirs had a sing not on Zoom yesterday. The musical director organised us to meet under the covered walkway of a hotel just outside the city. We sat two metres apart, only 15 of us at a time (he had two sessions and not everybody could come) and as it happened it was blowing a hoolie so that any germs must have got whisked away - along with quite a lot of the music of those who hadn't clipped it into their folders! They did manage to retrieve the music.  Anyway, it was such fun, though I was sitting right under (well, two metres away from) the conductor's nose and felt as if I were singing a solo to him, which was slightly unnerving. 

(Hello to Pam J, by the way.)