1. He who shall not be named at work has made me an excellent loaf of bread. In exchange I have to do a portrait of him.
2. The writer of one of my favourite blogs, Meggiecat, has been silent for a few weeks. I don't know her personally, but I do enjoy her generous sharing of arty links. When she suddenly stopped posting, I was worried, but not really knowing her, all I could do was wait. Yesterday, she posted explaining her absence. It was such sad news, but at least she is still out there and still hanging on. The comments box for that post was so full of love and support, which shows that good things that one does come back in spades.
3. Closing the door on a day of freakish cold that cuts right through my summer wardrobe.
Cistern, club and go.
1. We've got water of some kind -- the sound of the loo cistern filling is pretty good to hear this morning. 2. Susan has invited to us ...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...