Okay, promise to lay of the politics for at least a week — which will be hard because so much stuff is fanning the fires of my rage since this budg … oops, sorry!
I took photos this morning on my walk, but only one was clear, (but not good) I guess I put my finger on the lens. (: There is a bit of water pooling in under the footbridge, so I’m looking forward to when it is a raging torrent. Okay, a bad photo is better than none?
I promised myself I was going to get stuck into some housework today, I haven’t mopped in an age (but I’m not going to shock you by telling you how long it’s been) and things are getting a bit grungy.
I have a pair of pj pants and 2 flannel shirts to mend. The shirts have waited since last winter. A stitch in time saves nine, so they go away until that stitch. Out of sight, out of mind. “Oh, sweetheart, where did you put those black flannelette shirts? I can’t find them in my drawers.” He knows, because he puts his own stuff away. “Huh, I’ve been meaning to mend them, honey.” Everyday I mean to mend them. So, there they sit, freshly laundered (at the risk of turning one stitch to nine, but gave me another day or so grace) waiting.
Right, that’s it. I’ll be back when I’ve mopped all the floors and done that mending. See you in a week.