Internet Dating Jane and Jack, her dog, popped round for tea and biccies before dashing off for her flying lesson. Next week she is going to Scotland with her latest Internet Date. A date in the West Highlands. I wonder if they'll meet any West Highland terriers. I wonder whether he will wear a kilt. I wonder if he's nice. So much to wonder about.
In a desperate bid to feel better I have a batch of cupcakes in the oven. These probably smell divine - no idea, can't smell anything as still so bunged up with cold. I am in a good mood today and feel well enough to walk the dog and crack on with my Canadian quilt - that one that is Mighty Tricky. It involves lots of applique and frankly I am a bit rubbish at applique but I'm getting better. And of course I have to make my House of the Day.
The student son is an expensive toy. He needs constant wodges of money. Today he has to pay a driving instructor £300 for intensive driving and a test on Tuesday. I am so deliriously happy not to have to take him out I will pay the money. I thought I had carefully delegated the task to Mr Smith but he is doing a different kind of driving altogether on the golf course. All day. And it's not raining. Flaming shirker.
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