Just back from a short trip to Johannesburg, where my only bits of crochet time were spent on experimenting with flowers, so no real news. However, I thought I’d share a little-known secret – if you’ve ever wondered where Santa Claus goes to get away from all those raucous elves for a bit of peace and quiet, it is at the bottom of my parent’s garden in Lone Hill.
but ssshhhh, don’t let my mother know he’s there – she’d start telling him that it’s time to change his image, trim his beard and dress better.
To be continued…
I love the Santa Claus and the cute little note about your mother being a little bossy? :)
Oh dear, did that come through? Oops. :-)
You probably already know this but no matter how old you get your Mother will still be the boss. :)
it’s like that, is it?