Another totally foul day weather-wise...it's rained...there was some sleet and a heavy snow shower...and the wind blew. And it was cold.
Jamie came to see me this afternoon...desperate to show off his tattoos...the tattooist did them as a gift and he was thrilled to bits. They are three small Aztec heads in a row with rather alarmingly googly eyes but it is Jamie's own design.
Then Wendy appeared bearing a bag of Christmas gifts...talking nineteen to the dozen from the moment she opened the door of course...they're on their way to a place called Pontoon which must be about fifty miles from here to visit with friends...no wonder the woman looks shattered and in dire need of a decent night's sleep.
Himself took the dogs over the bridge out onto the Float road for their walk and then wished he hadn't because someone had dumped a load of food by the side of the road and the dogs thought all their Christmases' had come at once...diving into soggy chips and swooping onto Chinese take-a-way containers...he said they were very disgruntled when he bawled at them to stop this minute and brought them away still licking their lips...it isn't as though they are even slightly peckish because there's always a bowl of dog biscuit out that they can nibble if they're hungry during the day...
At least old food will be quickly eaten by passing Crows and Jackdaws and if there's any left after dark I daresay Foxes will find it...
I've spent the afternoon stabbing myself with sharp pins and searching for just the right button...you'd never dream I have more buttons than a button shop, but finding the right size, colour and shape for a specific reason is well nigh impossible...they are all sorted out...all the tiny Mother-of-Pearl and the brown ones with shanks and blue ones with two holes and so on...just not one that'd suit.
Then I had a fight with a strap for a bag...I'd pinned all the way along it and must have drifted off to sleep while sewing it 'cos I think every single one of those pins stabbed me viciously before I could yank them out of the fabric...
Just as I was in the middle of wondering what expletive I could use next...having run through my repertoire...Jamie arrived, so I switched everything off with a sigh of relief...he's really interested in whatever I happen to be making but his Dad is slightly, what's the word I want...Jason is a sort of 'bloke'...tough and muscled...and Jamie is six foot two and wafer thin and isn't blokey in the very least. So they have a constant dialogue going on between the two of them with Jason telling Jamie he needs to 'man up' and Jamie just wanting to be left in peace...
I'm not sure whether I'd be adding fuel to the fire that's already simmering if I encourage Jamie's interest in fabrics...or see if he'd like to learn to use the sewing machine. Perhaps I'll tell him my Grandpa was a tailor and knitted baby shawls...