rockpool candy

Christmas cards are not enough

We lost a friend.
It was brutally quick.
It is hideously unfair.
And it has left a hole in many hearts.

What I hate most is that we had lost touch.
Our lives got in the way.
Scrap that. We LET our lives get in the way.

We always say "we must get together soon".
What happens when there's no more soon?
Can anything REALLY be so important, that we forego the precious time that we might grasp with all the people that fill our hearts with joy and put laughter in our bellies?

We are but bacteria clinging to a rock, whizzing through space. Work is SO unimportant.

Hold the people you love just a little bit tighter.
Choose beans on toast if it means you don't have to work so much.
Sod shopping.
Sod working.
Sod only keeping in touch with your friends in an annual Christmas card.

To all my friends, I pledge to make more time for you; to listen; to put you before my work; to make memories.

And to 'Harold', may Leeds forever lift the cup.

And the winner is......

Nat!

with her Rab C Nesbitt tribute.

Son: "Da, please don't relocate us to Glasgow..."
Father: "Robert Charles listen son, a Nesbitt has got to do what a Nesbitt has got to do"

It took me a while, but when it clicked, it made me laugh with a very loud snort in a very public place - which made me laugh even more. Two laughs for the price of one, you could say.

So 100g of my fibre (I thought this pink was appropriate, given Rab's nose)

will be winging its way to Nat, who generously offered her prize up to charidee, but as I know her mum is into felting and doing bits for charities herself, I've decided to send it anyway.

Thanks for the entries, everyone. I know that there were thousands more hits on the site than comments left. So the next picture will maybe be more inspiring. Who knows?