It's been one of those afternoons when I couldn't get a grip of myself at all...the bigger doll has seriously lumpy legs, looks as though she's suffering from cellulite, and the smaller doll's neck went all peculiar when I jammed her head on. I tried disguising her crinkly neck with a bit of lace but her head was wobbly anyway so I took it off in a temper...the lace looked silly anyway.
Didn't help that Himself was right outside my shed door chopping the garden hammock up with his nasty whiney gadget that cuts through metal...
And blue skies and brilliant sunshine lasted for all of two minutes before the heavens opened again...
You're bound to ask why he was cutting the hammock up so I'll tell you it was exceedingly rusty and quite liable to collapse if anyone weighing over a stone sat on it...it's been like that for years actually and was a bit of an eyesore, truth be told.
Our heap of obsolete metal parts is growing daily, or so it would seem, but when Wendy enquired about a skip they said it'd cost 300 euro...and you can guarantee no Traveller will ever come calling for scrap when we have any ...they only turn up the day after we've heaved everything to the official dump in the car boot...
Jamie turned up bright and early wanting to borrow the car jack...presumably to adjust the caravan. He hasn't come back yet so I hope he isn't lying squashed in the mud...suppose if he was, Caitlin would have been before now to tell us...
And a news item for Ireland says we can't have a bonfire on Halloween 'cos they are dangerous and we are being encouraged to report any stock-piles of timber to a confidential hot-line...and bobbing for apples is also very dangerous...children risk catching nasty germs from the water and having their eyes poked out with bits of eaten apple...I expect toffee apples will be banned as well in case someone breaks a tooth...