Quite a good day all told...I made another squashy bag but went horribly wrong in the middle and had to unpick loads of stitches...it's grand now, though I stabbed the ball of my thumb with the nasty little gadget I use for unpicking stitches...they're effective, but razor sharp.
Himself had an enormous bonfire of skinny branches of the willow he cut down earlier...too small to do anything with and if he'd stuck them in the ground to use as pea sticks next year they'd have taken root within a couple of days. They have the Pussy Willow buds on already even though they've been cut off the main trees...and the Hazel tree has Catkins...
I'm going to use some of the willow branches sprayed silver as an alternative Christmas tree...but I'll need to buy some more spray paint because the tin I've had for donkeys years doesn't even rattle anymore...it's probably turned into a big lump.
We do have an artificial tree but there isn't anywhere to stand it...that's what I'm telling Himself anyway...I can put willow branches into a flowerpot and stand it on the dresser.
Actually, I'm in the mind to clear all the decorations out and give them to the Charity shop...we have far too many, dating back to the days when we had enormous trees that reached the ceiling. Not here I hasten to add...back in England. I wonder why I bothered to pack them all up and bring them over when we moved...
There was a strange and quite un-nerving news report from Australia on the news today...police found a 'family' living out in the wilds who are all...everyone...the result of incest dating back three generations. Apparently it all began with a Gt Gt Grandma and Gt Gt Grandfather who were brother and sister. They had children, who had children with their siblings and so on until the present day.
The police heard rumours from people who were concerned about the children not attending school...they'd been seen fleetingly at the local shops...
The children are all suffering from mental and physical defects of one kind or another...didn't mention how responsive the adults in the group were but I would think they have massive problems as well.
The 'family' didn't have access to showers or to lavatories...they were living in an assortment of tents and old vans and were described as being 'very dirty and ill-kempt'.
We did occasionally have a person admitted to the hospital who had been born of an incestuous relationship...they found it awful difficult to come to terms with once they realised their parentage. I never met one who'd been mentally or physically damaged as a result though...or at least they were mentally damaged of course but perfectly able to function normally.
But the children's home was a different matter...those poor little scraps of humanity who looked odd and were terribly handicapped mentally...the word 'incest' was never spoken out loud of course...we found out by going through the children's files when the Matron was out and were aghast at the very thought of a woman bearing her own son's child...then we couldn't talk about it because we ought never to have been in Matrons office in the first place...
I'm away to get some supper...