Our silver birch tree is up and decorated . Each of the decorations comes with a memory – angels bought in Kennebunkport, St George, Santa Fe, Hawaii and Estes Park among others, angels that were my Mum’s and coppered leaf skeletons from the Grand Canyon.
In the dining room we have a twig with red baubles and starburst lights.
Yesterday, I had a delightful telephone conversation with Hannah Moore of The Guardian. We had rung up to make a contribution to the Guardian charity telethon which is raising money this Christmas for three charities, Médicins Sans Frontières and War Child both of which which we knew about and another, Parallel Histories, which was new to us. This one in particular prompted us to contribute. ‘Established by a history teacher, the charity is developing materials to help schools teach about sensitive and contested conflicts from Northern Ireland to Israel-Palestine.’
Hannah liked my email address and asked why ‘goldenboots’ so I explained and we went on to talk about our mutual love of Doc Marten Boots, that we both enjoy singing in community choirs, about singing sea shanties and I explained about the ones that our fabulous choir leader, Claire Ingleheart, has written about Cornish women.
It was really pleasing that the call wasn’t just get the money details and ring off but a real conversation with a real lovely human being.
Very happy that my blogging friend Ute still loves her glass angel.
