Everyday- Garden Centre BBQ.
Last Sunday I visited the garden centre. There was a party going on there with a BBQ and a man playing a piano. Nobody was listening to him and the free food had all gone and I felt sad for him. He then suddenly upped the tempo and played a bit of Gilbert 'O Sullivan and then a few jazz versions of Riders on the Storm. I felt he knew what he was doing and with this I bought a tray of snap dragons to celebrate his defiance.
I finally got round to reading my Cafe Royal books, one about a carpet and one about St.Helens where I am from. I do so wish Toy and Hobby still existed.
I then sat down and read last months Modernist magazine. When I save up enough monies I will rejoin. I fear I will miss the Galt Toys Exhibition now due to zero pennies so if anybody has seen it, tell me everything you know and send me your leaflets and pamphlets and I pay you in packets of raisins I found at the back of the cupboard. You can read more about it HERE.
My mother-in-laws tongue gave birth to some new babies, but the strangest of all is what the main mother plant did.
She flowered and it smelled like bouncy balls. I do believe after wishing to myself about collecting more balls this year that I finally have a plant that will grow me an everlasting supply. It is very sticky but the flowers are lovely and I am sure 100 bouncy ball babies will form and arrive any day now.
Charity shop 50p guidance light of things Emma wants to do but will never end up doing.
I owe it to Peter to be the best etcher there is.
I received this beautiful book from Dan. I will treasure this forever.
When is a knitted toy not a knitted toy?
And last weeks post.