IT'S OH SO QUIET...

...shhh

Arrrrr, there be a heavy fog descending o'er t'moor this morning. Mark my words, strange things are afoot.
I woke up in the middle of the night. Or so I thought. It turned out to be 8am. It's so, so quiet, maybe it's because there are no planes. I live on (under?) a flight path, which I never notice. Sometimes I'm on the phone and the person on the other end goes "Oh my God, what the hell is that deafening noise, are you ok?" And I'm going, "What noise?" But nope, no planes, no distant sound of traffic, no upstairs neighbour thundering down the stairs and slamming the door on his way to work to wake me up. All is completely still.

The other morning sunshine still existed.

Cheery uppy red roses...

And here we have a WIP of what is keeping my little hands busy. The old Bernina sewing machine has been hauled out of storage, and it has been making some pretty, pretty things out of all these bits and pieces (if I do say so myself). Which I can't exactly show you yet. I really enjoy doing fiddly bits of hand sewing for some reason; it's so satisfying. I'm having such a lovely time, sewing and choosing which thing goes where; I'd far rather be at home making presents than battling it out on the streets of shoppers.

Only the blokes are left now anyway, staggering around the shops going 'Oh my God I've got to buy ONE present, this is so fucking stressful, I hate Christmas, why are there so many people around? - "Oh, alright mate, yeah me too, bloody Christmas shopping"...ah, a deep fat fryer - perfect! Romantic AND useful.'

In other exciting news: I realised this morning with a start that I somehow forgot to eat my advent calendar chocolate on the 18th so I had two today.

I do apologise if anyone has stopped by here expecting any kind of shopping insights or caustic remarks about Parisians. Normal coverage will be resumed just as soon as I'm over Christmas...