. . . or perhaps on my fingertips, as I imagine these little old wrinkled faces smiling as I work on the quilts they once made and need restoring, or finishing, or altering. I sense they would be delighted to see them put to rights, ready to be loved and treasured again. So many hours of stitching went into their creations and - heavens - a good few into putting them to rights again! I can vouch for that. I have done quite a few down the years.
I have had a busy day today, stripping and remaking the guest bed with a winter duvet and brushed cotton bedding, and washing the used-once set and hanging it up to dry. I baked a lovely loaf of bread, and made a Spicy Dorset Apple Cake to take to my friend tomorrow, but it smelt so good that I weakened and had a piece and then had to make her another (Manderin Orange Cake).
I am still happily watching Outlander, but skipping the awful scene in Wentworth jail with that barsteward Black Jack Randall. . . They'll be escaped and off to France shortly.
I must try and avoid any click bait posts on Microsoft Bing when I sign in. I did not want to see that a White House adviser is saying that the next 8 weeks could be the most dangerous of our lives and lead to WWIII. . . That sort of thing haunts me rather when I wake up for a call of nature at 3 a.m.
Well, my day out tomorrow is off as Lulu has an upset tummy and just been sick, with a tint of blood in it so I will have to take her to the vet tomorrow.



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