When I lived in Derbyshire I had a friend called Brenda and often I used to pick her up from her isolated farm up on the road from Buxton to Macclesfield and we would go to another farm where they had diversified and opened a kind of small restaurant. We would go and have a jacket potato or something and have a nice chat with the farmer’s wife who ran the restaurant and then we would go and have a look around the farm at all the animals. One day not too long before Christmas, we went to look in a massive barn, and in there were thousands of turkeys. Every one of them would soon be killed for the Christmas dinner table. They were so friendly and they came to us an nuzzled us. My friend exclaimed with tears in her eyes,
“Oh you turks.
I often think of Brenda at Christmas amd those poor turks.
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awe how nice! ❤ ❤
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Thank you for sharing!!.. not eating any turkeys here…. 🙂
Hope you and your family have the mostest wonderfulest happiest and merriest holiday and Christmas ever and until we meet again…
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
(Irish Saying)
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