Would you believe I’m ill again? I know – it’s so unfair. I spent yesterday in bed mostly, sleeping fitfully and doing what my mother calls ‘sweating it out’, which is as horrendous as it sounds. My throat is swollen to the point of not being able to swallow so I can’t even medicate with cake. That’s really unfair.

<room left here …

…for your own favourite swearing>

Consequently I didn’t get any cutting out done, let alone any sewing. And Christmas advances. Is it time for mad panicked laughter? I think so.

hahahaHAHAHAHA

haha
ha
hooo.

In the meantime why not amuse yourself, as I have been, with other people’s photos on Square America. I especially enjoyed some of the very sinister St Nicks, and this lady’s fabulous hair, which is almost taller than her dainty tree.