Don't get me wrong as I am extremely grateful for the talented and gifted folks who make and donate hats for us cancer patients, and our nippy noggins.
But with this one...somewhere, somehow, somebody's granny is missing a tea cosy!
"I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable...but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing." - Agatha Christie Boy, Dame Agatha knew more than how to poison your neighbor, kill the cook and inspire one's little grey cells (said in my best Hercule Poirot voice.) Being alive is a grand thing. I'll admit it freely. I truly dislike whiners. You know the type. People who go on and on about their problems. Once I knew a woman who had survived breast cancer back when suffers readily succumbed to it. As my beloved mother had been one of those, it was a particular touchy subject with me. Yet, despite a full recovery never did Mary express joy, much less gratitude, of her extended life Within minutes of meeting a new person she would state her former cancer status. Folded newspaper clippings of breast cancer statistics regularly pulled from her wallet served to embarrassed, bore or both those reader...
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