Here is the quilt. It is folded neatly on my footstool, and I love it. Once it has been washed a few times, hopefully the very thick batting will compress a little, but it works fine. It keeps me warm!
This morning saw us up at my favourite garden centre, having coffee in my favourite restaurant, watching ice skaters on the real ice Ice Rink outside the glass house. Just wonderful on a cold grey winter day. The fruit scone was great too. Little children pushing penguin balancing things, and everyone laughing. It was good.
And so was the minted lamb I brought home to cook from their very classy butchery. This is no ordinary garden centre, people. When you come to visit, you will find out why, because it is one of the first places I will take you to. (Please note, Becky!)
And Glynis popped round this afternoon, and that was lovely too. We will ignore the multiple trips to the doctor to organise prescriptions, because they got it sorted in the end. And now the house smells of roasting lamb.
2 hours later.......
Scratch that last bit. The house now smells of burnt vegetables. A friend popped round and I forgot the dinner. Oops. I scraped the ok bits off and will live. The lamb was wonderful though. And now it is time to put the feet up and crawl under the quilt. Enjoy the rest of your day!