Thought I'd better show my face again 'cos otherwise you might forget me and that would never do...but does anyone know where Max is 'cos she's been quiet for ages?
I've been grappling with history again over the past few days...too windy for me to be outside...it snatches my breath away and no amount of oxygen makes a difference...so I've stayed indoors mostly...
There are a couple of my immediate relatives who were felt makers in the 1800's and I'd presumed...wrongly...that they made felt from wool in much the same way it's made nowadays, but they actually stripped Beaver fur from the skins to make hats...at least, they stripped off the coarse hair to leave the fine fur underneath which was then processed to make the 'felt'.
It was a skilled and essential occupation in the days when no man went outdoors without a hat and they also supplied the Military...there was a brisk trade in Beaver skins...so much so that they became almost extinct in America and the trade had to be curtailed accordingly...
And the Hatters themselves...there are three in my family which I've found so far...they really did become quite mad...as in Mad Hatter...overdosed on mercury which was used in the hat making process, they suffered terribly from 'the shakes'...became reclusive and nervous around people...their short term memories were almost non-existent and they had aches and pains in their limbs. Their tempers were frayed and they became almost mute, even within their family circle.
It was the Huguenots who brought the hat making process with them from France in the 1600's...they knew full well the effects of the mercury but chose to keep quiet about it...
I've done a bit of planting in pots...our local supermarket has a selection of bedding plants that I've been getting every time we go there...bright, cheap and cheerful...
Caitlin came by the other evening dressed up to the nines in a stunning frock...she and Wendy were away to a dance and fund raising effort for a gymkhana Caitlin is entered into...I have a photo but haven't put it on yet. Wendy was wearing jodhpurs' and a hacking jacket.
My great grandson by marriage sent me two bracelets he'd made on the loom thingy which is apparently Amazon's biggest selling product...and a picture he'd drawn of a 'happy monster' and a carefully written letter...and a photo of himself and his little sister. Isn't it the strangest that my own birth children are simply disinterested but some of my steps are so giving and caring...not all of them I hasten to say...some are as peculiar as my own. Actually...most of them are downright odd.
When I'm feeling more nasty than usual I do so hope that Himself goes first so I can let my feelings be known to the group of people who'll arrive weeping and wailing on our doorstep...but that's just me being mean and horrible.
Anyway...they might not bother to come at all and I'll be left ranting at no-one.
On that happy note I'm away to use the nebuliser and then it's supper time...quiche tonight.