You’ve no idea the trouble Ivy went to, to get twelve lovely photographs of the wonderful family who lived next door. There were five in the Winchcombe Family: Mum, Dad, and their three beautiful daughters. The Winchcombes were about as ideal next door neighbours as one could hope for. And every Christmas they would bring Ivy a basket of the tastiest homemade shortbread possible. Glorious!
The trouble was that Ivy always had trouble knowing what best to give them in return. She’d done chocolates at least five times. And then she got this idea. Wonderful!
She would get a calendar printed with a different family photograph each month of the year. Ivy started early gathering the photographs together. It was a difficult task because she didn’t want to let her secret out. The photos were perfect. There was a beautiful one of the family gathering mushrooms in a green field. Another shot was of the family at a fair ground. The loveliest photograph of all was an official portrait taken of the family sitting on a rug in front of a lake. With swans. And trees. And flowers. And… oh lovely! Just lovely!
Ivy was so pleased with the calendar when it was finished that she couldn’t wait to give it to the family. But she must be patient. She mustn’t jump the gun. Only a week to go!
And then the three girls called in with a basket of Christmas shortbread and said that their parents were getting a divorce.
Weave a Web 
I suppose that means she’ll have to make a duplicate. Darned unthoughtful of the Winchcombes though!
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My mother ruined many a photograph by cutting herself out of pictures (with scissors). I am starting to get a bit of space Simon, so could well end up on Disorderly Jottings in the near future!
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No rush, they aren’t going anywhere and will welcome you whenever you are able to pop by.
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How dare they ruin Ivy’s hard work!
My sister had photographs of her boyfriends (when she was a teen) and when they became ex boyfriends …there would be holes where faces were.
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It wouldn’t be their faces I’d be putting holes in…
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Yep! hmmm come to think of it…
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The best laid plans…
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Sounds like a good title for one of your stories!
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Oh, cr*p. I wanted a happy ending.
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You always want to look on the bright side, Yvonne. Make an effort and try and be a bit more negative.
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It’s all too hard, BA.
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What you need is a good dose of discouragement.
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And, I wonder if I know anyone who can supply that?
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I’ll put my thinking cap on!
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I thought you always wore that!
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I occasionally doff it.
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I could help. I could send Yvonne the most depressing list ever. The best part is that it won’t be a fictional one!
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Hahaha. Oh jeepers. I hope she has some chocolates lying around then.
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Who in this world has chocolates lying around? !
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What a relief! I was shuddering with thoughts of beautiful corpses greeting the new year.
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God help me that I should strew 2020 with corpses…
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Should have given them the calendar one year earlier. Perhaps she could have saved their marriage. How uniting it would have been to wonder over their creepy neighbor who has so many pictures of their family, and then there’s the bonding experience of searching together for a new home. Really, this all could have been avoided if only Ivy had had her stuff together.
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Now there’s a thought – the creepy neighbor. I never considered that, but you’re right!! And how much further the story would go – in all directions!
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