It’s freezing here with the temperature hovering around zero and a wicked east wind. It’s the first time I’ve seen the postman with his trousers on! (No, no, it’s not what you think. He always wears shorts.) We may have snow - how exciting.
Today’s candidate from the cupboard (hastily scanned - too cold to go out and photo) is this heavily machined piece called Celtic Warriors. Unfortunately my wild men have a strange resemblance to Ossama bin Laden so I stopped taking them out. Any ideas for re-developing this sort of disaster?
Annabelle - I have a horrible dentist thing on the 9th. Early in December I broke a tooth and the dentist said he could put a crown on it. I’ve had to wait so long for this appointment that even more tooth has gone, so I’m not sure what he’ll do. Groan. May go the following Saturday.
The trash as treasure theme. Good point, Hilary. I taught a course overseas once and, because I was catching a plane straight from class, I chucked away all the half stitched samples. I popped back in to the room for something and found them all rummaging in the bin and fighting over them!
Lorna - Thank you for choosing me. Email me on firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll get something sorted.
I love the way the Aussies leave items out to recycle them. We don’t get many passers by here and I’m not sure that my immediate neighbours would quite understand my ‘stuff’.
Smallest grandchild and I went to the Bear Factory yesterday and made a koala bear called Uncle Ian (Uncle Ian lives in Australia). It’s on the bear's birth certificate so it must be true.
I thought I could just dash into Marks to buy a bra. Not a good idea with a 5-year-old who is good at numbers. Loud shouts of ‘Granny, here’s a size **’, caused amusement, especially when he decided that bigger must be better. I retired hurt.