back again, again ...

Oh dear, I come out of self-imposed exile only to go and disappear again. What can I say I am toying with your affections - I'm just a nasty tease really.

I absconded to my parents, in Nottinghamshire, for the weekend. It was little fella's birthday on the Friday so we celebrated with a couple of his cousins. The weather was gorgeous so there were lots of fun and frolics in the garden. For me a day off work combined with sunshine was a dream.

Saturday was a journey by tram into the centre of Nottingham. While I hurtled around getting all the shopping I needed to get. Little fella played in the new fountain in the re-vamped Market Square. Some children came well prepared with swim suits, toys and towels. Being not so well prepared, one little person had a soggy journey back on the tram.

I couldn't resist getting this book - no sock or glove is safe!

Saturday afternoon I took full advantage of the Powell and Pressburger double bill on BBC2 to finish the handquilting on the baby quilt. By the time Moira Shearer was meeting her untimely demise I had stitched my last stitch. Hurrah! My thumb, which bears the brunt of my needle wielding, survived with minimal damage.

I have a few other things to show you but I think I'll opt to 'show and tell' over the next few days. That way I am on a promise and woe betide me if I break a promise.