I have already...
bought:
..the Barbola plaque (bottom) I spied back in the first week of December in 'Inspired Buys' in Totnes. I thought it might have been sold but it was obviously waiting for me. (It is a fantastic shop with a fantastically creative owner - well worth a visit.) The plaque, if that is it's correct name, lives in our bedroom.
Also some crochet stars going cheap in Sainsburys. No, they weren't saying "cheap"!
admired:
..the moonlight shining from a full and very low moon.
crocheted:
..the beginnings of a doily from my Japanese crochet book (not too pleased with it though.)
gathered:
much needed kindling for our fire. I have been meaning to go and collect some kindling from here since the council cut it all down in the summer. Every time I drive by (which is at least twice a day!) I berate myself. As my father is staying with us for a few days I didn't have to ask twice and Anth also decided to join us.
not stopped laughing to myself about:
I forgot to tell you about this incident the other day. I have no photograph of it but you can imagine my face. It was Christmas Eve and our elderly (female who we will call B) neighbour came to our front door to give us a box of biscuits and to wish us a Merry Christmas. I was upstairs getting dressed but shouted down to Anth to get her, her present from us (also biscuits) which was under the tree. As I she didn't want to come in and remained on the doorstep I went downstairs to have a chat whilst Anth was rummaging under the tree. He appeared at my shoulder with a shiny gold,exquisitely wrapped (by the store complete with Estee Launder ribbons) box ...my mother's Christmas present, a Beautiful gift set of perfume, body lotion and hand bag size perfume, which cost a lot more than a tin of biscuits. The next part seemed to happen in slow motion...his hand stretched out to give B the present all the while asking me if that was the right one. Too late, B's hand was outstretched...I didn't want to appear rude by shouting "NO!!!!!!!!!" very loudly and snatching it away. So I paused for what seemed like an age. I then seemed to find my voice and a rather high pitch, "Oh not that one, Anthony! It's the unwrapped tin under the tree," escaped my lips as I quickly took the present just as she touched it. Poor B she had to make do with the biscuits and unwrapped at that, but I still laugh (sort of) at what could have happened if I hadn't found my voice!grateful:
For all the good wishes and kind words from my last post. Thank you. You are the best.
