Well like the curate’s egg, the day was good in parts. This is a quick update because my sinuses are in revolt and sleep seems to happen in 2 hour increments between phases of asphyxiation. If I go to bed soon I can perhaps patchwork a nights sleep between the Vicks application, desperate earache triggered Sudafed breaks and interminable nose draining position changes….
The days are so short now, it seemed that breakfast was hardly over when the light started to tilt. Thinking this might be the last fine day for a while, we took to the woods and slurped along through the muddy patches and impromptu streams in the certain knowledge that, given tomorrow’s dismal forecast, the paths will be entirely impassable by Friday. Somehow we missed the holly tree with berries I had previously earmarked for wreath making purposes and I harboured evil thoughts about interlopers with secateurs all the way up the hill until an even better, more berrylicious, one hove into view. With a following wind on Friday for making the frames, I shall be out with the gauntlets, hook and snippers on Saturday.
Back home, I ran out to re-home two pots of bulbs that had been displaced by some shrub removal yesterday – mostly autumn crocus and daffs. The gathering gloom put all thoughts of the list of untackled admin out of my mind and so I betook me to the garret to sew Christmas stuff. We shall gloss over the initial incompetence when half of the the reindeer fabric shapes were cut upside down – I had a metre of Christmas tree stuff in reserve to save the day. All in all I was chuffed with the results and that’s another two gifts done and dusted. The Christmas jumper inches forward…The back is decided – jury remains out on the sleeves and front.
The December 3 quiz question is: Which English city was a centre for the chocolate industry (I have been reminded there’s more than one but you have to guess the one that I was thinking of because them’s the rules)
The answer to yesterdays is Carlos Alcaraz (Spain)
