You would have to wonder why I am not thin as a rail considering all the %$&$#@ hard graft I do around here. It's probably the chocolate I have to reward myself. Good gardener girl, pat on back, have some chocolate.
My beloved camera was dropped by a boy (happy frigging mothers day) and the orrifice into which one would plug the cable to upload pictures is damaged. Totally stuffed. So new pictures may be a bit scant around here, for the next 20 years or so until I can buy a new camera.
The sewing of clothes continues. Success rate is dire. One skirt= Okay. one pair of trousers=too small. another pair of trousers=too big so far, possibly retrievable, motivation however is very very very low.
In other exciting news, the almost brand new car with expired warrant and expired registration which has sat not too far from that big bin for 8 months (after it's owner died) has disappeared today. Most strange.
Grass, Ivy, nastertiums, more grass, unidentified weeds, neglectful neighbours, gorse, rats, mice, spiders, I will not be beaten, you hear.
Clothes that fit? I've done it before I will *&*^**$# do it again. I will not be beaten (though the $4 per metre fabric may run out).
This is my 300th post. Spell check was not employed.