Well, I am not much good at latin, but I do know that this means 'time flies'.......so Cashy fear not, it will soon be the 3rd of Jan and we can forget about all of this hooha.
A propos my earlier blog. I have put in a concerted effort.......the presents that were littering the back room are now wrapped and labelled(that is except Ma's....still some bits to go in her box of goodies).......and the cards that were needing to be written are done.
I still have a couple fo gifts to buy.....you might guess they are for the menfolk, and I haven't got a clue what to get.
I might just have a wander around the shops in Bury on Wendesday and see if anything jumps out at me. Failing that I will rely on the smellies and under crackers.....boring I know....might add a bit of alcohol
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The Temus Fugit title of my blog isn't because time is flying by to Christmas, but to denote the seventh birthday of Spindleshanks.
Heck it seems only yesterday I was cutting out a paper pattern to customise a moses basket for the soon to arrive baby.
It seems only five minutes ago that my mouth was full of pins....pinning the cafe au lait soft material that was to cover the bare basket........and the yards of fine cream ribbon that was tied into tiny bows and sewn onto the material for decoration.
So where has this time gone.......well, I'll be blowed if I know.
All I do know is that he has grown like a stick of rhubarb that has been liberally sprinkled with conny muck.
So Happy Birthday Spindleshanks.
A propos my earlier blog. I have put in a concerted effort.......the presents that were littering the back room are now wrapped and labelled(that is except Ma's....still some bits to go in her box of goodies).......and the cards that were needing to be written are done.
I still have a couple fo gifts to buy.....you might guess they are for the menfolk, and I haven't got a clue what to get.
I might just have a wander around the shops in Bury on Wendesday and see if anything jumps out at me. Failing that I will rely on the smellies and under crackers.....boring I know....might add a bit of alcohol
.The Temus Fugit title of my blog isn't because time is flying by to Christmas, but to denote the seventh birthday of Spindleshanks.
Heck it seems only yesterday I was cutting out a paper pattern to customise a moses basket for the soon to arrive baby.
It seems only five minutes ago that my mouth was full of pins....pinning the cafe au lait soft material that was to cover the bare basket........and the yards of fine cream ribbon that was tied into tiny bows and sewn onto the material for decoration.
So where has this time gone.......well, I'll be blowed if I know.
All I do know is that he has grown like a stick of rhubarb that has been liberally sprinkled with conny muck.
So Happy Birthday Spindleshanks.
she now has 2 kids of her own .. both in school ... time does fly!!!! 
