Fresh, hot, coffee. Pink roses. New skeins of embroidery thread. Old, slubby, linen. Little bowls of pastel coloured sweets. Long chats with friends on the telephone. Giant jammy biscuits. Taboo on the telly. Long walks in the winter sunshine. A niece with glittering eyes and rosy cheeks; happy after her first day at a new school. Catching up with family over fish, chips and mushy peas. Thick watercolour paper and little tubes of paint. Art class. Bath salts and lavender oil. Heirloom quilts. Homemade banana bread, pots of tea and stitching with friends. Beautiful hand-dyed yarn. Tiny clay hearts. Old tins filled with art supplies. Kindle library books. Miniature zinc buckets for collecting threads.
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We are a bit out of sorts here. Andrew has ruptured his achilles tendon which means he is in plaster and on crutches. Minimum of 8 weeks to recover and months of physio for him. I am responding every five minutes to requests of "could I have a glass of apple juice" and "would you mind fetching my book for me". The poor chap can't do anything; he is thoroughly miserable and I feel so sorry for him. Hope he heals quickly, for both our sakes!
Love
Nicki xOx