Flowers in the window

When I got home from work today there were two parcels.

Himself said ‘I take it you have ordered more wool?’

‘moi? Je n’achete pas de laine’   Por quoi’  m’accuze’

And he looked at me and said ‘please don’t speak French, you can’t’

But I digress.  It did look like yarn… (but not the yarn I had ordered …. That would be MUCH bigger ). So I wrestled with the outer packaging and got into another packet… which had a much ruder label on it.

Suffice to say someone with dignity and class had been ordered to post the package which had originally been labelled with some non-sense about ‘crazy woman from over the wall’ (that would be Hadrian)

And inside was something sooo beautiful I couldn’t believe it originated from whence it did.

Twas an outfit of crochet… two boob covers and a skirt.  I immediately put them on.  (See Extra for detail)

I will treasure them for ever but I have  not to divulge where for they came. Because she says she will BITE me and strangle me if I do.

That Wither’s woman is a bit of soft soap.  

I do loves her





Pa. This is the rewilding  field behind my house.  How beeeyootoful eh?