Hello Everybody! Can it really be Friday again? The calendar says that it’s true but it’s probably just having one of those senior moments… It will right itself I’m sure. Let’s ignore it and get on with the tea, biscuits and gossip…
So, this week I opened my online shop and that has given the little houses cause to think about their behaviour of late and to wonder whether they deserve a forever home. No bad thing said I.
Also, here’s a quick pre-warning… there will be an interruption in the coming week when I tell you of the next Reel Lives release… the thread tanglings, strops and bad language have already begun over on the table. You never know quite what mood these reels are going to be in but it quickly became very apparent that the new lot are not going to be a walk in the park to work with…
Not one of them has stopped to consider the plight of these dear souls sat in the corner of the table… (A twirl is available here and this one is available in my shop now)
Living on the Edge 195; Paper Weight…
Years ago, after work in the quarry had ceased, the employees voted to remain on site and start a kind of commune.
Mostly they managed pretty well without much need to interact with the outside world. Except, during one very cold winter, when the services of an insulation specialist had to be called in.
The terrain meant that little rocks falls here and there, were an unremarkable part of daily life. However, at three o’ clock this afternoon, the particularly dry spell they had been experiencing was brought to an abrupt end by a heavy downpour.
Suddenly, a very perturbed Dilys let out a shriek that echoed round the steep hollow as the cusp at the upper mouth of the quarry gave way. Panic stricken, she tried her hardest to keep very still, calm and upright whilst Benny next door hyperventilated. Some serious collapse-prevention measures were urgently required. She should never have agreed to house the community library… xxx
