The court of miracles…
Sleep. In all its glory.
I knitted a new doll last week and I went on an explorative journey.
I could write about every step of the process, but I feel like that would probably be boring. I found it very therapeutic, in a self-reflective way.
I hope this post will find you well and enjoying a relaxing Sunday, wherever you are.
We ditched the car three weeks ago, before Easter weekend and so far we’ve been managing absolutely fine without it.
Our old car failed its MOT so I sold it to a mechanic who is going to race it for banger car racing. He told me he was going to paint it white with pink dots :D hopefully we’ll get to see it racing!
John is a mechanic. He used to be mobile but now he has his own workshop in an industrial estate. He likes going to the beach – but not sandy ones, because he doesn’t like finding sand in his chips.
Every Friday evening he goes to the pub after work, for a pint of lagger. Not this week though…
Doris wears black shiny shoes with big buckles and rides a chequered black and white Vespa – matching her socks – with a thousand mirrors and headlights on.
Annabelle works in a library and brings cupcakes into work every Friday. She likes books about clouds, Victorian dresses and cats.