But now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
Good morning everyone. It's with a heavy heart that I announce that I must be dieing. I was up all night coughing and sneezing, eyes watering, etc., etc., etc. I think there is no hope for me so I am passing on my tea collection to the group, to be shared equally. My extra large mug... that should be crumbled and the dust scattered over the sea...
First however, I need a large mug of English Breakfast tea to get me ready for my demise. It's the least I can do for myself before I pass... And maybe a couple of cookies too...
Stitchawl