Dear Christmas, You were good, and I enjoyed all the festivities, but I am not sorry that all the decorations and Christmassy things are packed away for another year.
Dear parent of small child in cafe, If you are going to bring your young son into a cafe then you really should be keeping an eye on him – not sitting with your back to him while he swings around on tall bar chairs by the window to amuse himself and generally irritate the customers. Taking your eyes off your book and glancing round every now and then to look at him is not sufficiently vigilant.
Dear parents of school children, Please, please, please write their names inside ALL of their school clothes – you would not believe how much Lost Property can build up in the course of one term! Yes, your child might know what its coat/sweatshirt/PE shorts/woolly hat/lunch box looks like, but if he/she leaves it lying around and there is no name on it, then how can it be returned? It is a thankless task to try and marry up the belongings with the owners.
Dear oven gloves, Do you deliberately design yourselves so that the part of my arm just above my wrist can make contact with the oven shelf? Yes, I thought as much. I have another burn.
Dear blog scheduling, What a fantastic service you provide, allowing me to publish a post when, in fact, I am up a mountain in France, visiting friends, and can’t guarantee that I will have an internet connection.
Happy Friday one and all!