I'm putting my best foot forward for the New Year.
Can you believe my boots have worn out... Hit the dust... , not worth a crumpet... gone to the dogs. Can you understand my lingo..
Well to tell it to you straight, they are worn out. Not worth a butchers hook.
Every time Granny picked me up she would get black on her shirt.
The soles were cracked, and letting the water in when I jumped in puddles.
I had plain and simply worn them out.
Too much running and climbing trees and camping and kicking stones.
new boot were a necessity.
I really liked my old boots, they were comfortable, They had walked where ever I wanted to walk, They just felt right. Granny says they MUST go in the bin.
I asked if I could keep them just encase my new boots did not take me where I wanted to go. Or what if they hurt? Or what if they got smelly? Or what if I got a blister?
Granny says" Out they go."
She recons that she does not want any more black on her clothes, or the chairs, or on the bed.
So here I am in my new boots. They came all the way from Sydney.
Yep!!! I can walk in them, now I am going outside to see if I can run in them.
I hope they take me to lots of interesting places this year.
Right now... I want them to take me to the honey and peanut butter on toast, with warm milk that is on the table.
See you all next week and just let me know if you have new shoes.
This Lorikeet was with many others in Granny's tree. She tried to take it with her new camera. I wish you could hear them squabbling in the tree.
The picture is for all my dear friends and followers
My thought for the day.
" Friendship is like planting trees, it needs attention and care at first, so when it flowers it will provide shade in life."