A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
What a perfectly lovely Christmas poem! Quite delightful.
You took a while getting here!
Happy New Year, Bridgette!
I did! It’s been a bit busy here, but better late than never 🙂
Bah humbug from Yankalilla but you go right ahead and enjoy yourself. 🙂
C’mon, y’auld curmudgeon, you have to admit it’s a cute wee house!
Indeed it is 🙂
Merry Christmas from Michigan.
Cheers, John, all the best to you too
Thank you ceayr.
What a delightful story!
And with exquisite artwork to match it.
Bonnes Fêtes to you too.
Merci, Jenne, à toi aussi