You never lose the anger, you just deal with it in a different way
Next time I find myself with the choice between moving house or being mugged, I’ll take the mugging – at least I know I have some chance of fighting back against that one.
Lesseee…. the bafflement from the latest Toad Event has translated into another bunch of boxes being unpacked (mem to self : Trip to the Tip this weekend), a new foray into the world of lasagna receipes (chicken pesto) , dealing with the World’s Most Disobedient Dog, an incredible number of lightbulbs that have gone pfffzzzzt and killing of a spider that was only *slightly* smaller than the anticipated blessed event at Taronga Zoo. Take that, Berlin – we have a baby Heffalump on the way !
One of the plus features of the Custard Yellow house – not only that it is enormously closer to Work than I used to be, is that it is also remarkably picturesque.
And – as a small point – the water is *that* clear.
This was Sunday… lunch time.
Oh and the Lumix is back at the Camera Doctors’ again. So today’s shot is of course brought to you by Jorge the Nikon (D80 – don’t ask me about fstops – I haven’t got a shmoggy).
The unpacking of the yarn stash remains possibly the biggest challenge since someone thought climbing up that big mountainy thing was a good idea.
What gets me is the sheer quality (not volume – I can deal with that) but the Good-to-the-point-of-being-luscious mohair, the dreamy-better-than-caramel-fudge hand-dyed sock yarn (just look on etsy) and the superfine-hand-cosseted-fed-on-truffles-and-champagne Merino.
Seriously good positive bio-feedback, open a box and your yarn conglomeration has matured, like a cellar of vintage whatevers…
And the only left to do is a take deep breath..
Anyway.. thank you for your positive thoughts and hugs to you all…