Um,... I'll tell her that and I probably won't see her again for dust! :) She's wonderfully, wonderfully supportive of all such things of course but, bless her, is more inclined to a good book, and archeological dig, small furry creatures, and a pub, than a sewing machine I think. And as for you; well chuck, I/we regard you as a pioneering and guiding beacon in this strange quilty world we have chosen to inhabit !!:)) Of course. So there. A x (who's wondering if pain killers for broken toes should be mixed with gin so early in the morning?!)
Annabel - the gin in the morning thing I can understand obviously. We all have days like that. But who do the broken toes belong to? Have I missed something? PS I hate to be a spoilsport but it's probably safer to swill pills down with water you know.
Water? oh yes, well I suppose so. Good point well put. Yes the broken toe belongs to me and can I just say, OUCH! Who'd have thought a little toe was so valuable to walking, or capable of causing helpless whimpers in a grown woman? I was in such haste to get to the biscuit tin that I failed to notice the huge 2' x2' coffee table in the way. We argued. It won.
Oh dear - poor you! I broke a bone in my foot not so long back and I know how painful that was so I do sympathise. There's never a good time for accidents to happen but sometimes they are more inconvenient than others. I had to fly to Canada the day after my plaster cast came off - had a foot like a balloon by the time we got to Vancouver!
Crikey, imagine sitting on a plane watching your foot swell! Must have been a bit of a worry, especially if you had no idea that it could happen. Nightmare!
Couldn't watch it swell Annabel. We were travelling economy class so there's no room to actually see your feet! Only knew it was bad when we arrived and I couldn't get my shoe back on.
Great images Annabel. I feel that your daughter would be much more qualified to be part of this exhibition than me!
ReplyDeleteUm,... I'll tell her that and I probably won't see her again for dust! :) She's wonderfully, wonderfully supportive of all such things of course but, bless her, is more inclined to a good book, and archeological dig, small furry creatures, and a pub, than a sewing machine I think. And as for you; well chuck, I/we regard you as a pioneering and guiding beacon in this strange quilty world we have chosen to inhabit !!:)) Of course. So there. A x (who's wondering if pain killers for broken toes should be mixed with gin so early in the morning?!)
ReplyDeleteAnnabel - the gin in the morning thing I can understand obviously. We all have days like that. But who do the broken toes belong to? Have I missed something?
ReplyDeletePS I hate to be a spoilsport but it's probably safer to swill pills down with water you know.
Water? oh yes, well I suppose so. Good point well put. Yes the broken toe belongs to me and can I just say, OUCH! Who'd have thought a little toe was so valuable to walking, or capable of causing helpless whimpers in a grown woman? I was in such haste to get to the biscuit tin that I failed to notice the huge 2' x2' coffee table in the way. We argued. It won.
ReplyDeleteOh dear - poor you! I broke a bone in my foot not so long back and I know how painful that was so I do sympathise. There's never a good time for accidents to happen but sometimes they are more inconvenient than others. I had to fly to Canada the day after my plaster cast came off - had a foot like a balloon by the time we got to Vancouver!
ReplyDeleteCrikey, imagine sitting on a plane watching your foot swell! Must have been a bit of a worry, especially if you had no idea that it could happen. Nightmare!
ReplyDeleteCouldn't watch it swell Annabel. We were travelling economy class so there's no room to actually see your feet! Only knew it was bad when we arrived and I couldn't get my shoe back on.
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