Things will not be quiet. I can't wait!
Missy has been baking and decorating. There will be photos tomorrow, I am certain.
The Autumn quilt, as promised. It looks good and I love it. It has taken a year to get round to finishing it. I am dreadful. There are many UFOs in my sewing room. Hidden. I pile things on top of them so I forget all about them for a while and can escape the guilt. I may need to start unearthing them and finish the lot.
I have declared tonight a foraging night. I am not cooking,. The family can find what they feel like eating. Toast sounds perfect to me. Actually, I could make scrambled egg, I suppose. I have done rather a lot today. The bones creaketh. You know, I couldn't find Missy's little pushchair for her doll. The little pink one. If I had had the energy to remove every single thing up on the deck, I would have found it, but really, there was no way I was going to do that today. So I went to get another one.
Or so I thought. Get this - Tesco informed me that they have none because doll's pushchairs are a summer line, and it is not summer. I stood there looking very perplexed, and said " But it is nearly Christmas." "Yes, they said, "and we only sell them in summer because they are a summer line." " Ok, I heard that, but they are a TOY. Parents BUY TOYS for Christmas presents.". "This line only sells in summer". I gave up. How RIDICULOUS can you get. And there I was, standing in the shop, surrounded by women all pushing kiddie size pushchairs with their children in. No-one told them that pushchairs are a summer line.
She will have plenty to play with. I seem to have the contents of a toyshop in my living room, courtesy of those loft trips and friends who pass their outgrown toys on to us. But right now, the scrambled eggs are calling. I will be back.
Day 11: Remembrance Day. Today is 11/11/11 and that is extra special. I am so thankful for all the people who have offered their lives to ensure that my world is free from tyranny.