Things

It's been a quiet week in Strawberry Land, probably because I have succombed to lurgy and my throat is too sore to shout. Mattman got back from his trip safe, sound and happy last week and is still full of tales and excitement.

 Jo finally got to go to football club as an unashamed bribe to keep up his music.

Prince Charming continues to be patient and charming and has not uttered one word of protest when I have woken him in the middle of the night for painkillers and orange juice. I think I may have milked this cold quite well enough now.

And all the squares of Nanny McPhee seem suddenly and wonderfully to be completed. Next week will see the journey into joining, but for now it's a little daily ceremony of pinning and steaming.

Bon weekend, fine bloggistes. I trust you have your Guinness in, or at least some stew on the go, for Sunday x

Old (and young) dogs...

There has been a need to rejig thinking and spaces in this land this week.  Our latest instrument of musical destruction production arrived today.  And great excitement it brought!

Last night I was on my way out to the second and third of my three current jobs, having spent all morning at the first.  So Prince Charming was left with the sock, the sewing kit, the pom poms, the scraps of everything, and the P6 homework.

Young dogs, and strawberries, seem to be significantly less inhibited when throwing themselves utterly into new tricks!