Patchwork - had better go and sit on the naughty step . . .

 . . . I seem to have come home with a lot more fabric than I went with!!  

I mean - free stash?  Who could complain?!  Several pieces are one or two metres in length, and children's prints too, so I can make more Rosie dresses - WHEN I finally get started.  I rather loved the Nasturtiums too.  A cushion cover or two perhaps?  One of the ladies brought along two huge bagfuls - left over from making clothes for her grandchildren.  Thank you Linda - I can always pass on what I don't use. All the ladies found something they could do something with.

I didn't get much done today, but it was good to be back amongst my friends.  I popped in to see my friend Pam first, and took along the cake, which was gratefully received, as they had guests, and also a pot of the Lemon Marmalade I made.  She had family visiting, and they had been to NZ so gave me some good tips for the flight.  I definitely want to avoid feet swollen to twice their size, and also being cold on the flight too.

I left my patchwork class early as I didn't want to be driving as it began to get dark, and I had 4 puss cats waiting to be fed - they were all sat outside, waiting, and giving me Dark Looks because I was late!!

This was waiting for me on my return.  Many, many thanks to D for giving me this subscription for the year - CL always cheers me up, especially the Christmas one.  

I saw this lovely design on Instagram.  I will need my patchwork teacher to tell me how the blocks are constructed.  I think I can see the ones down the middle, it's the ones on the angle, so to speak.  I need to draw it out on a chart.

This is the entire house, that has Macbeth's three witches.  Isn't it great?!   Someone with imagination lives there.

Right, having had a large tuna and onion and salad baguette for lunch, I don't need much tea, so it is runner beans with a single large Tesco fish finger.  Two make a big meal for me, so one should be fine for more fishy protein.  

Oh, and yesterday I was doing some Family History on my Somerset relatives (mum's side), who go back in the Glastonbury, and Mark area for ever.  These are the Puddy family.  My 5th x g. grandmother was Obey Puddy.  I was writing down her brothers and sisters again, and suddenly realized that she and two sisters didn't have names that were a hangover from Puritan times, as I had first thought, but were from their mother's wedding vows as they were called Love, Hono(u)r and Obey . . .