Thirty eight weeks yesterday. And we’re on the mend.
Today I redeemed my New Sewing Machine For Christmas voucher at John Lewis. Today I didn’t spend twenty quid on a cab. Today the bus driver let me on free when my card failed. Today I sat next to a lovely lady on the bus who was a psychic counsellor with arthritis and dyslexia. Astrid played peek a boo and smiled at her down her long eyelashes. The psychic counsellor with arthritis and dyslexia wanted to give Astrid a cuddle and take her home.
Today as we walked across the Heath back home, new sewing machine in hand, the sun shone. Kevin noted the Heath looked different. I mused it must be they’ve cut the grass back. Kevin wondered whether it wasn’t the light. I suggested a brisk walk might even warm one up with that sun. Today. We couldn’t be sure though.
Tomorrow I’ll cut voile. Tomorrow I’ll cut double gauze.
Tomorrow I’m letting myself loose on a quilt adventure.
Yesterday flights to Auckland were booked. A way off yet. A bit of time before that next adventure.