A Christmas Giveaway

On Tuesday in Sherborne**, we saw our first Golden Post Box

Peter Wilson, born, bred and educated in Dorset won a Gold at the 2012 London Olympics, got an MBE from the Queen, and now has retired from competitive shooting – at the age of just 28.

Anyway, the sight of such an attractive post box reminded me how lovely it is to receive things through the post, and I decided it was time for another giveaway. My half-term reading included some new Christmas craft mags, and I have some other bits and pieces [including a vintage Martha Stewart Christmas Cookie Book] So if you think you can make use of these, please comment on this post, and on the evening of Thursday 12th, I shall pick a winner. Due to the cost of postage being so high, I am afraid I am limiting this one to UK only, sorry!

**I thought Sherborne was a very pretty town, but the weather wasn’t so good, so I didn’t take lots of pictures. Every year the British Legion has a window dressing competition, and some of the red and black poppy themed windows were amazingly good. You can see some of last year’s displays on the BL website here. There was a busker playing his accordion standing next to the postbox – we passed him three times in the course of our visit – and every time he was playing the same Mexican folk tune, Cielito Lindo. We had to learn that when I was studying Spanish O level. [listen here] 

From the Sierra Morena, they come down, pretty darling,
a pair of black eyes, which are contraband, pretty little heaven,
A bird that abandons his first nest, pretty darling,
if he finds it occupied, he well deserves it, pretty little heaven.

That mole you have next to your mouth, pretty darling,
don't give it to anyone, for it belongs to me, pretty little heaven, 
Cupid launched an arrow in the air, pretty sweetheart,
He shot it towards me playfully, and I've been wounded. pretty little heaven.

Ay, yai, yai, yai, sing and don't cry,
because singing gladdens the hearts, pretty little heaven.

Maybe he hoped that if he kept singing that song, the heavens would desist from raining, and become a little brighter and prettier!