...to you all and thank you to those of you who left a comment on my last post. It is a common query as to posting about such sad things but life is sad at times so thank you for your kind words.
Our new - above - phone arrived today. I knew I could have probably found a 'real' one of these but time was short and I am lazy shopper so characteristically hopped over to Amazon. Our old one's internal battery had died again and it seemed a waste of money always replacing them (rechargeables are expensive!!). It was under thirty squids so I'm not complaining.. I like it and yet, I will still ignore it ringing, it's quite gorgeous ringing, most of the time. Don't want to hear voice recordings and have people 'fishing' about possible PPI's.
I am still hexed and planned a long loving post waxing lyrical about the joys of hand sewing but I thought I'd show you how I am getting on...
It really is a labour of love because it hurts, a lot! Not my sewing hand but the other pressing two hex's together. I'm about a third of the way there, it's only - did I say only? - for the bottom half of a king size bed and am very VERY addicted. I can be found wandering around the house, hex's and needle in hand. I am going to want to make another I can tell. Also I am finding the irony in shouting at my cats to "keep off" when I have throws on our bed for them to sleep on. It's easier to deal with hair and any mess on a throw than on a whole duvet. Do you like it so far?
We have also been making jam, emergency jam.
So called because at a recent sleepover at their grandparent's house we got a phone call from Youngest Biscuit saying "We picked too many strawberries by accident, do you want some?" "eh....okay". In fact they went for 4lbs and ended up with twelve. We gratefully received four of them and got to work. Youngest Biscuit devours jam and was thrilled to make some. Can I mention again the joy of a huge wooden spoon in a huge, in this case 'jeely', pan. Oh and it tastes wonderful. Today it will be lavishly spread on a Victoria Sponge. I need cake. Part celebration/relief and part comfort food. My period finally arrived today, a week late, and although I doubted a vasectomy reversal I wasn't finding Mr Biscuits round tummy jokes funny. The VS will taste all the sweeter today.
I'm in a right blethering mood today, shame I've no friends to chat with!! Also world war three is happening again next door. They're loopy mental, always arguing, but luckily one or the other storms out so there's usually a ceasefire. Tis all quiet at the mo. Cannae be doing with all that negative energy when I'm in a mischievious mood.
I shall leave you with my take on a harassed Woody running from the paps.
I cannot resist taking photo of Youngest Biscuit looking cross in his Woody outfit, it makes me laugh so so much. He, on the other hand, does not like it!! Not one bit.