It’s blowing a gale here this morning; the trees are being stripped of their livery. The fallen leaves scurrying down the road, flirtatiously intertwining with each other.....you see what happens when I start writing again? I’ve now got a touch of descriptivitus
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I woke up Saturday morning about 10ish – did the shopping, sat in the car for the two minutes silence to remember Armistice Day and then drove home. After which, I went back to bed, I was knacked – I've come to the conclusion I need my sleep, I become cantankerous without it.

I am please to inform those interested that I have now made headway into the next part of James and Jay and could be posting soonish, well I did send Scally a bit of it - the bit I'd written, which was a start. For God’s sake Scally don’t hold your breath – that blue colour is a little worrying.

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My friend Mags came round for a visit on Friday night, she told me she come home earlier to find the rice pudding Mike’s mum had made them contained, or didn't contain in this case, the rice pudding in the centre of the dish – and unless they had mice, which see doubted, Ambrose the cat had been helping himself. She said she wasn’t going to tell Mike, she scooped out all around it.

I told her about the Boxing Day my mum watched the cat stubble into the front room, his legs didn’t seem to be able to hold him up – she thought he’d had a stroke. He settled in front of the coal fire and went to sleep – she tried to wake him a couple of time to see how he was, but he didn’t seem to be responding very well.

She was extremely worried until she went to get the tea ready – my dad was looking forward to the last serving of the home made sherry trifle. The cat had quite enjoyed his share of it too. She’d made it Christmas Eve, custard made with eggs, the sponge fingers soaked well in a good helping of sherry. No wonder the cat wouldn’t wake it, he was totally pissed.

She never did tell my dad. She scrapped off where the cat had licked, covered it with pouring cream and gave him the last helping. The cat was very quiet the next day and right off his food.

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And so to Sunday…

We went out for a drive around Malvern and Hanley Swan. When I was a member of the World Wide Guiding Movement we used to camp just outside Hanley Swan, a place called Blackmore Camp. Now for all of those people who keep asking what I look like - here's a picture. You just have to decide which one of the little angels I am!

On the way back, Himself suggested we stop in Worcester for a hamburger as we weren’t eating until later. I can’t believe I was so stupid, but I just didn’t see past the Big Mac. I completely failed to notice the Homebase next door. I just never saw it coming *sob*.

In through the front door and we are met by a stunning display of Christmas trees and decorations.

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We spent 15 fascinating minutes looking at the power tools – *nods head* maybe, one day I to will own a hammer drill just like this.

Be still my beating heart!

Next we went outside and looked at paving slabs - I was utterly mesmerized by the display of colour and choice ~ NOT!

We then wandered back inside to look at the wood – I may have been a little bored – HA HA – at this stage.

My interest soon returned and I was enthralled with the gripping display of clamps and wood carving tools.

Never fear, there was a light at the end of the tunnel – and we spent ten minutes looking at them!

Thankfully, and nearly 45minutes later, we vacated the building. I must have been a really, really, bad person in a previous life.

It goes to show what Himself is like when visiting these places – he fail to notice me taking any of these picture with my camera phone.