And the freaky weather is back...looks like we will be welcoming in the New Year with torrential rain and howling gales...I don't wish the folks who were affected by the bad weather over Christmas any more bad fortune but I would be highly delighted if the weather did it's absolute worst in my neck of the woods on Hogmanay night...just enough to keep the idiot firework brigade indoors.
After 4 days of being missing from the cubbyhole I was looking forward to getting back in the crafty groove and just assumed we would zoom in...make a card for the Fiskars January Newsletter and zoom right out again...
not on your nelly...Mr Mojo refused to join our little soiree so there was lots of attempts which landed in the bin before we finally nailed it resulting in the cubbyhole looking like a war zone...
and I know what you're thinking...the floor isn't looking too drastic...
that was then...right this minute...it's unrecognisable under a deluge of little punched out bits and I'm darned if I'm waking Mr Dyson up at this time of night...it will keep until tomorrow...I'm off up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire...is it going to be another night of listening to the wind howling and wondering if we will still have a roof over our heads come morning.
Toodle-oo for now
Hugs Kath xxx