Hello All - now the rain's stopped again isn't it just lovely outside and with a bit of luck I will get out the washload that's currently churning away and that will be able to dry naturally (for a change! - but thank God for tumble dryers; whoever invented them!)
Feeling quite chuffed with myself as I finished a little kit yesterday that I'd bought at Festival of Quilts recently (patchworky type thing). There were some wonderful fabrics there and I've been all fired up since then wondering what I can do with the pieces I bought.
Also of course we now have Ally Pally in front of us. I've already bought my usual two day ticket and have paid for a Crewel workshop with Phillipa Turnbull. I shall be going on the Thursday and Friday. I sometimes bump into Brigitte - although other posts on the forum show she's having a horrible time at the moment and there's a question mark over whether she will be able to use her AP ticket. (Fingers crossed for you Brigitte).
It never ceases to amaze me that with all the people who visit, you usually end up seeing someone you know. Just lovely.
I am also hoping by then that the spiders in this house will have packed their bags and gone. My God! we have such intelligent spiders here. They can all read. As soon as the calender hits 1st September out they all come - huge great things!! The first one this year - I shudder just to recall it - was sometime last week. I was sitting up in bed at night reading when out of the corner of my eye I sensed a presence. I turned to look and there was this thing from hell running about on the duvet! I nearly died. I flicked the duvet up and it went flying onto the floor. Jumping out of bed I reached for a shoe and whacked it one. May God forgive me - one of his creatures - we all have the right to life; but in a split second I had to make the choice - slipper or jam jar. If I'd gone for the jam jar the spider wouldn't be there when I came back and there ain't no way I would've slept in that room that night! Ridiculous isn't it. Now if he was bright pink with yellow spots I would no doubt proclaim it as lovely. Since then we've had a 'brother' in the bath one morning and a 'cousin' running along the skirting board in the living room one evening.
I didn't tell Geoff about the one on the bed until the next morning - he's more frightened of them than I am. He did say though that he wondered what the 'thump' was when I'd whacked it one. (you notice here I do not add 'and then he came running up the stairs to see if I was all right'). Men, huh. Never there when you need 'em and always appear with a smile when they hear the noise of the teapot.
Enjoy your day - hope to see some of you at either Ally Pally or Leicester (or both if you are feeling flush!) Love Brenda
