I know it's tasteless. But it made me laugh.
And so in a too quiet corner of my underused yoga space, there is now a sewing table. The cakeadoodledo box is home to 101 coloured threads and bobbins. And Auntie Rosie's clock (always known as Little Ben thanks to its chime) is back in use. I couldn't remember why I hadn't wound it in so long; and then it bonged at 4am and reminded me: the little catch which slides between 'strike' and 'silent' has a mind all of its own.
Who'd have thought I'd sit still long enough for the artist? .
Over to my much loved young X Factor fans, with more shortbread, for the evening's voting.
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