A young couple have bought Will's cottage down the end of our street...they seem pleasant and friendly...not actually moving in until after Christmas though...they're just slapping paint on to freshen it up a bit while they're on holidays this week from Wales where they're living. Adam announced he won't be working 'cos they are going to be self-sufficent...goats, free range hens and so on...Himself told him about the enormous boar mink which races across the road in front of him every morning when he takes the dogs out for their walk...the mink emerges from the side of their cottage. Poor lads face fell as he was obviously visulising his hens becoming mink dinner...he was wearing Wellington boots decorated with the Union Jack...not terribly tactful actually...but we didn't mention them. He'll learn soon enough!

I needed new blades for my rotary cutter and some more of that foul, horrible, has-a -mind-of-its-own Fablon to line the shelves of the new cupboard...so we had to go to Sligo for both. While I was upstairs looking at fabric while trying very hard indeed to just get rotary blades...and failing miserably...Himself walked round the pet store section downstairs with Millie who was entranced by a case of baby rabbits hopping about...especially when they all came close to the glass to have a look at her with their noses twitching...the pet store chap has just acquired a set of scales to weigh your pet for you so he put Millie on them...she weighs two stone! Fat little woman...

Then it dawned on me I could buy a length of airline intended for fish tanks to siphon my wine....and a bag of fine sand meant for bird cages to make a couple of pincushions filled with sand to keep my sewing pins sharp...had a dreadful fright when the first bag of sand I picked up was priced at €13...but the blurb on the bag said it was special desert sand intended for snakes and such-like...the bird sand was a fraction of the price thank goodness...

Homebase next to get the Fablon...I did look longingly at the pale pink china mixing bowls and the breadbins smothered in scarlet poppies and a set of beautiful wine glasses with deep green stems...I even looked at the ironing board covers 'cos some of those had scarlet poppies on them as well...as the only time the iron is switched on is when I'm pressing patchwork, I didn't think spending vast amounts of money on a pretty cover for the ironing board was justified...

Back home at lunchtime and then I tackled lining the shelves and if you read the instructions when it happily tells you to 'smooth flat with a soft cloth' and after struggling with the feckin' stuff folding back on itself and proving virtually impossible to peel apart and then your knees go funny 'cos of having to kneel down to reach the bottom shelf and you cut it ever so slightly too small so it looks horrible altogether which means cutting a sliver off the roll to cover up the gap and the roll unrolls across the floor and picks up dog hairs with gay abandon as it slithers under the 'fridge and then you shuffle along a bit and kneel on the scissors...

And why is it you are always invariably left with just a little bit which is no good to man nor beast that you'd feel seriously guilty about throwing away but isn't quite big enough to do anything useful with...and, no, I'm not going to wrap it round an empty cat food tin and use it to put pens in...!