Sunday Bloody Sunday...
...in the words of Alan Partridge, not Bono. Shitting 'orrible cold was not planned, so the garden has been neglected this weekend, great things were planned, maybe next week. A kitchen planner planned our kitchen and quoted £16k for nothing special, A rethink is being thunk. A lovely Saturday walk was had with husband chops and Keith, Delapre Abbey looked stunning in the sun and a delish bacon sandwich was consumed, Keith had rind and a bowl of water.
I am hooking away at various projects, just need to finish some before I start any more. I am on a yarn diet-my stash will be hooked/knitted up before I buy any more. We'll see how that goes...
I went to Coventry in the week with my daughters and the grandchild. I couldn't believe how much building was going on, it was good to see. We were befriended by a local in the old cathedral ruins. She seemed to have rather an advanced knowledge of heroin, and she disliked my youngest daughter name! Kind of her to tell us. We managed to escape intact and hot footed/pushchaired it back to the car.
We have an architect coming in the week to potentially plan an extension on the funkalow, I say potentially because if his fees are on par with the kitchen planner, We will be back to biro and paper! Plus the boiler will finally be serviced, fingers crossed.
I shall now go and apply more cream to my glowing red nose. How festive.
Husband chops in his fetching new hat. Come on you Saints!
I am hooking away at various projects, just need to finish some before I start any more. I am on a yarn diet-my stash will be hooked/knitted up before I buy any more. We'll see how that goes...
I went to Coventry in the week with my daughters and the grandchild. I couldn't believe how much building was going on, it was good to see. We were befriended by a local in the old cathedral ruins. She seemed to have rather an advanced knowledge of heroin, and she disliked my youngest daughter name! Kind of her to tell us. We managed to escape intact and hot footed/pushchaired it back to the car.
We have an architect coming in the week to potentially plan an extension on the funkalow, I say potentially because if his fees are on par with the kitchen planner, We will be back to biro and paper! Plus the boiler will finally be serviced, fingers crossed.
I shall now go and apply more cream to my glowing red nose. How festive.
Husband chops in his fetching new hat. Come on you Saints!
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