A BAG OF MONEY

After depositing a present for a child in a Gift Bank, I was presented with a net bag full of milk chocolate money coins. 

The first nursery kid I saw on the street got them. I did ask the [surprised] taken aback parents first.

 “Oh goody chocolate”, said the kid as he reached to snatch what I offered him, to an embarrassed  parental chorus of, “ Say please and say thank you”.  Neither nicety materialised from delighted single-minded junior. 

 .......”It’s Christmas.” I said, and went on my way.  

I couldn't resist looking back.  The grown-ups had happy smiles on their faces.

GETTING UP A HEAD OF STEAM - AND BEING WISTFUL

When you really want something you know you have stored somewhere, that’s when you can never find it. So it was today, I hunted high and low for a canvas bag I wanted to use. Anyone within earshot of me would have heard me muttering all sorts of unrepeatable phrases. There probably was also a steady head of steam around me instead of my usual equable aura. I peered in places I knew the bag was unlikely to be, I pulled out stuff that had been shoved, er, fitted, into tight spaces. Could I fit them back; NO. They were forced back and the door was quickly shut. 

Time for a break; just then hubby returned home. He made helpful suggestions of places I had already looked and one or two I had avoided. A few packages fell out on top of me as they do when you’re ploughing through a pile of ??? years' collection.

One more look in the cupboards, I decided, then, I was going to give up. Yeah okay, you’re already there. I found the bag. It was lying neatly under a h a t. (I’m not even going to go there. The bag was found and there’s an end to it).


One of the local charity shops is going to benefit from some of the howking out of long forgotten bits and pieces that I thought might come in useful one day. The haul includes a couple of carrier bags of wadding, created from reducing over-stuffed pillows, good for quilting and other craft work. Another stored bag contained weird shapes of fine wool fabric in two colours, together with flattened pieces of brown paper. Many memories flooded into my mind when I remembered what it was all ‘attached’ to. It made me a little wistful. Someone might get some use out of a dressmaker’s brown paper pattern and the left-over material of the garment that was made, which has long gone.

A MIXED BAG

Today has been a mixed bag of doings, mostly at the computer, once the essential domestic chores were done. I've got washing blowing on the line, and it is not very warm out there. My cropped trousers and short-sleeved blouse may metamorphose into heavier clothing before I put my nose outside the door again today.

 Hubby has been out fishing and as I write, is probably preparing and fileting fish on the home made work area in the garden. You pay a high price in the shops for fish; at one time, a beef steak was the bees knees, and you paid a premium price for it. Today fish is a similar or higher price, even where we live, close to the sea shores. The Spanish load up fish, velvet crabs, and other shell fish on their refrigerated lorries nearly every week, then drive off to the Mediterranean with the North Atlantic harvest. 

I hear that relatives are ministering to their pretty 14 year old pet cat; it sounds like the last rites are being given. I'll go and visit before the family go to see the vet. Bye for now.