Today is one of those days where you plan to do such a lot and for no really good reason, nothing gets done ...today should read 'Is It That Time Already'. I could blame the 5 or 6 phone calls but there was only one that was long and I enjoyed the blether ... no ... it was just not my day for doing things ...or trying to bake bread again after many years, as I had intended .... or even making Flapjacks. The flapjacks I did manage to bake are too crumbly ... not sure why ... so we will be eating a handfull of crumbs rather than a slice ... waste not want not ... lol
The best bit about today is that I recieved some Blog Candy from Helen at 'It's all Fiddle Fart' ... some lovely Xmas embelishments ... great for my cards...might need to hide them from DD ... thankyou so very much ... glad to have helped you reach your target.
Last night I thought I should dig out some old papers that made me think of 'heritage' and maybe try to do several LO's again. The remainder of the Wild Asparagus Paper I bought years ago was begging to be used so I spread it out on the table while I pondered on photos that might work with it ....and that is where I am at the moment. Dare not even try to do anything today. It will be interesting to see whether my last success was a fluke or whether ... in a week .... I have a new group to display ...wish me luck
Just thought I would share this little cat episode with you .........
Yesterday, I heard the cry of a cat from out side, float up to my bedroom through the open window ... it was ignored as there seemed no urgency to it ... probably a request to return to the comfort of the house, I thought .
'You will have to wait' ... I replied ... inside my head.
The cry came again but with a tone of demand ... still I ignored it ... enthralled by what I was researching on the net. Finally after several attempts to get my attention the cry turned into a wail which was so pitiful that it would have tugged at the heart strings of any cat lover ... it had to be answered....immediately.
Making sure I did not slide down the stairs on my 'past their best but comfy' slippers, I made my way to the kitchen, where I found a very vocal Bilbo, sitting on the outer window sill. I opened the back door, still watching him through the window, but his body remained motionless, moving only his mouth to reprimand me for being so tardy.
I changed my gaze onto the door step where, to my dismay, sat a pile of butterflies. The provider of this gift fell silent as he waited for me to shower him with my approval, gratitude and praise ...which, with gritted teeth, I managed to deliver. He seemed to smile .... alighted from his perch and strolled into the kitchen ...stroking my legs and purring with pride, as he past me. .... such a sad post script to my butterfly photos.
Take Care xx