THREE YEARS

ABOVE:  Three years without you Mum.  Three years without being able to just pick up the phone and talk to you, tell you all the family news, the happenings, the up's and down's.

You would have been so thrilled to know about our new Grandbaby arriving in January.

You are missed so very much Mum.

I hold your nightgown close to me.  One day I will know what to do with it.  But for now I just treasure it, knowing it was the last thing you wore of your own.

ABOVE:  NO DISRESPECT intended, but yeah, thanks for the boobs MUM.  😂😅😉💗  Genetics eh?

I've had a few scathing comments in the past few days, telling me to LEAVE Lacy to do her own thing in her own house.  How I shouldn't be TAKING THE JOY away from her, in arranging her home her way.

Like I need to stop trying to impose my ideas on how to arrange her furniture and so on.  

I'd just like to say this ... Get f*#ked.

But I really shouldn't, so what I will say instead is ... I've actually not MOVED or ARRANGED a damn thing for her. NOR told her where to put a damn thing.

I wanted her to do it herself.  I didn't need anyone to tell me that would be a good idea.  I'm not stupid, or ignorant, or anything you choose to call me.

YES, I joked about being her interior decorator... do you understand JOKED you dicks.  

ABOVE:  Out the back door at Lacy's is a shed and clothes line.  The developers, in their wisdom, put a garden under the clothes line.

Not practical, as Lacy had to stand IN the garden to hang washing on the line.

So she decided ON HER OWN, to take the plants out of there and put them in her front garden.

ABOVE:  So now her front fence line garden has quite a few more plants in it.  It is going to look really lovely once they all grow up a bit.

ABOVE:  Stew and I went over to Lacy's last night and gave her some bricks to put under the clothes line, so she's not standing in mulch and dirt when hanging out the washing.

And that is me for now.  I'm off to start working on those two Fish Runners.  I'll be back to update on how that's going around lunchtime.

12.06 pm:  And I've not been in the sewing room yet at all!

I decided to do the grocery shopping. That took me a couple of hours.  Every man and his dog was at the supermarket.  

Home, unpacked it all then started emptying both wardrobes in the spare bedrooms.

Our son Steve is putting shelving in them for me this weekend.

They will be used much better with shelves.  I have so much linen crammed into my linen cupboards, it's impossible to find anything without hauling half of it out.

ABOVE:  My next job was to load this set of drawers into my car, ready to drop off at Lacy's on Friday morning, before our Lake Walk.

A while ago I couldn't find Coco anywhere and nearly panicked, thinking she'd escaped the property somehow.

I'd not seen her for hours, thinking she was curled up in the sunroom in a sunny patch.

So, when Stew got home we had a good search, and then the penny dropped!

I'd left my car door open after being out in the morning.  PERHAPS she'd got inside my car, and was still there?

YEAH, SHE WAS.

So today, while loading the drawers in the car, I thought it would be a good idea to check if she had snuck into the car before closing all the doors.

ABOVE:  And YES!  She was literally hiding down low so I couldn't see her!  But I could just see her head and yelled at her, that's when her head popped up.

I tried calling her to get her out, and even went over to that side of the car and opened the door.  But she's not silly, she had moved to the other side!

So I had to entice her out with a cheese slice.  The little shit.

It's now all done, and I'm knackered.  I will take a break, then go into the sewing room.

DAMN.  Got a friggin headache.  Taking some panadol and hoping it passes quickly.

Well I rallied enough to do a tiny bit of sewing this afternoon.  I did the quilting on one of those fish runners (the backing), and got one fish done.

Now I'm done for the day.

Stew is at the pub, and should be home in the next hour or so.  Then the usual evening will ensue.  Nice and quiet.

7.27 pm:  Well instead of sitting waiting for Stew to arrive home, I decided to walk down to the pub and accompany him home.  So that's what I did.  It is a nice brisk evening, perfect weather for a short 2.4 km long walk, there and back from the pub.

Stew is now eating left overs from last night and I'm not.  I had a rather big lunch.  Not hungry at all.

DAY 64 DONE AND DUSTED

No temptations today, and not missing a damn thing.