A Little Chink of Light, Look You.

My husband Caddoc AKA Cad the Blogger (here) maybe doesn't realise I've been monitoring his recent antics with mounting interest.  I have been away the last few days in Llandudno. The shopping there is better. For a Welsh chapel-goer, I have splashed out considerably on some new outfits, one of which is quite suitable for day-wear. I also nipped into the excellent Llandudno "Homebase" for a doormat to replace the tattered old doormat which has disgraced my doorstep far too long.  I found quite an attractive one with a prominent "Welcome" legend on it.  Re-reading that last sentence, I get the feeling it is capable of more than one interpretation. Be assured I wasn't referring to you, Caddoc.  It's your gardener's hat that's tattered, not you. And surprise, surprise, I decided you needed a new one . . .

. . . an improvement, I think you will agree, even if little can be done about your face.  Then, imagine my surprise on returning to Abergele, to find you have parted with your saxophone!This can only be, I assume, in response to my recent complaints. Now that's going one step too far. You take your Ada's grouching far too seriously sometimes. I've had a look round some online music stores, and, well . . . Christmas is coming, and although these things are not exactly cheap . . .  And do you know, I didn't know they come in different sizes!  I'd like to think you were equipped with a nice big one.  Finally, I have just made a big pot of Welsh leek soup.  Far too much for one refined lady living alone.